My love becomes a mange dyeing autumn in its leaves
When it broke me in the branch where my antlers come to feed
And I swam a hundred days in the bosom of this filth
Carry on this drought as I tighten my belt
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads
In a field of balding marble where the medicine awaits
The hourglass pokes at the ribs of my cage
At half rations I'm finished, at half rations the minutes
All that happens was given coil and embrace
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what's yours
Calling me, she's calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads
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