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Put your arms around my neckjust like a pathetic lace of deathdisplays like a tarot deck
I am the card of the hanged manand here I standwith a flame on my handdo you understand?
If there is hope for meshe is flirting with the breezeon a peculiar choreographywith the dead arms of some old southern treesilently, lips sealed against mesilently, wanna walk with me?
And it makes you wanna knowif in all the stories the truth is really told
And it makes you wanna rebornand like a snake crawl every warm season
Into a different form
When you can still kill me,when you can still cure me. Cure me.
Put your lace around my facejust like a fairytalethrough the blank of my closed eyesyou can foresee the rope within
And it makes you wanna knowhow deep have you truly flown
And it makes you wanna ridethrough the fake suicide of someonealready dead inside
Still you walk with me, silentlyand it makes you wanna disclaimsomething you had really never learntand it makes you wanna stayforever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man
Here I stand. To understand.
Violently. I have you with me.
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