Из альбома: Bomb in a Birdcage

Wretched, look at me, I've lost it, melting on the table
In parking lots and markets
I cant help it, I love you like a starfish loves the salty water
Like a selfish daughter

Yet I wrote the words to The Swan Song
The author of the wrong
And I said what I said and I meant it
But now I regret it

Foolish, how was I so careless
Pawning off my treasure, the envy of an heiress
Now my dollars are crumbled in my pocket
How can I reclaim it?
What if someone's got it?

When I wrote the words to the swan song
The author of the wrong
And I said what I said and I meant it
But now I regret it

How could the world have turned so ugly
I am dying
Could you touch me again?
Touch me again

When I wrote the words to the swan song
The author of the wrong
And I said what I said and I meant it
But now I regret it

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