I've cut off the curls I shaved half my face Became half the man you asked to replace. I'm willing to save you You said you're worth saving But half of my appetite's lost half it's craving Stand in the mirror That's me beside you The one with the smile, the one who abides you. Don't mind the madman The killer, the lover He's slowly fading one into the other.
Where is that white picket fence That I painted myself in the late days of April Where are the daffodil mountians I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.
You say that you're happy Well you should know better I see that you've sewn up that rip in your sweater That some lover tore off you That left you both shaking That bled deep inside you the wound you'd forsaken
Where is that white picket fence That I painted myself in the late days of April Where are the daffodil mountians I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.
Don't fear I will save you Don't shout you'll awaken The corpse in the desert staked out beside you I cut off his wing And shaved half his face But I thought that I saw his eyes...move
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