Sour, dour, drowning
wrists tied and twisting
dance a nursery tune
it's two times misses you
sour milk and curdles
cuddles baby bottles
over in a corner
yearning little learner
Sour, dour, drowning
wrists tied and twisting
dance a nursery tune
it's two times misses you
I cry one million tears
a sea of blood that runs
from heart to start then stop
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