Misattribution
I am a bag of bones
and you are making a hole
So I could change my course
Lighter with deprivation
I am a bag of bones
But now you are adding weight
So I could starve to death
On this starry night
I am a bag of bones
Yet you're taking what's mine
I am holding the wall
So all these things won't move too fast
You take saints, martyrs from my head; and misattribution
One bead, then another
And I am... I am figure scating
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