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I see the world in a swirl of hues
But my favorite color is shame
And tonight the sky is painted
Tonight the sky is painted melancholy
And the wind sings songs as if it would lament
Some tragedy on the far side of the world
Or in the deep pockets of my mind
Where I lust after blood and pain
And tonight the sky is painted
Tonight the sky is painted melancholy
And the wind sings songs as if it would lament
Some tragedy on the far side of the world
I am I
And the world is a woman from whom I must take take take
In an act of lust, in an act of pride
And I am damned, but can I be saved
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