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My SkinLook at my hands There's so much here That I don't understand Your face say these promises Whispered like prayers I don't need them 'Cause I've been treated so wrong I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable Well, contempt loves the silence It thrives in the dark With fine winding tendrils That strangle the heart They say that promises Sweeten the blow But I don't need them No I don't need them I've been treated so wrong I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable I'm the slow dying flower In the frost killing hour Sweet turning sour And untouchable Oh, I need the darkness The sweetness The sadness The weakness Oh, I need this I need a lullaby A kiss good night Angel sweet love of my life Oh, I need this I'm the slow dying flower In the frost killing hour Sweet turning sour anduntouchable Do you remember the way That you touched me before All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored Your face saying Promised whispereS like prayers I don't need them Oh, I need the darkness The sweetness The sadness The weakness Oh, I need this I need a lullaby A kiss good night Angel sweet love of my life Oh, I need this Well is it dark enough Can you see me Do you want me Can you reach me Oh, I'm leaving You better shut your mouth And hold your breath And kiss me now And catch your death Oh, I mean this Natalie Merchant Albums Ophelia and Tigerlily Other Natalie Merchant Music King of May, Thick as Thieves |
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