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Tongue tied and swollen lipped I fall
(It grows like a cancer)
The picture bleeds with me I'm sure
(I'm falling into fountains)
And if the consequence is mine
The canvas would drain and die
And I hear you calling
It always comes back to me
It always falls at my feet
Too tired to raise a weary eye
(You've grown now you're older)
Provoked by painted legs and lies
(That cut like a conscience)
To function with the feeler's child
Misfortune broken with your smile
My sister
My brother
Sister won't you dance with me?
Brother won't you bleed with me?
