Cut tree, hee-hee
Don’t believe in me, ha-ha
You wanna be broken on the gravel, dropped on the anvil
Fallen out the plane of love with no one above
And no one to dress you as a heathen, wash you in all that blood
Your blood, with no one above
And no one to judge you for receding soft into defeat
Or mangled in undressed mess, that press
You know for damn sure it’s gonna be stress
Your winter is broken
Spring and the fall isn’t open
Going high, summer is stolen
Lost in thе mess of your chosen omen, yеah
Keeping my house allowed isn’t only for me
I know this about you now, your affection is a pressure to me
Do you remember the ring of fire?
All that dancing? Yeah, yeah
Realize your winter is broken
Spring and the fall isn’t open
Going high, summer is stolen
Lost in the heat of your swollen and faded
Belabored and jaded
Your pride (Will never live it down)
The chosen omen
Ah
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