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I've watched your lonely eyes
For centuries now
Why don't you leave me running
It all seems so backwards
That I should have you here with me again
This lamb won't leave the fold
It's scared to show the truth in its tears
I sing in fear
I've felt your cold leather gloves
The gloves you call your hands
It was a painful comfort
It was a fake relation
We were uneven from the start, my lover
This lamb won't leave the fold
It's scared to show the truth in its tears
I sing in fear
You've stolen fruit from my tree
But by mistake you took a lemon
You thought of me as bitter
While you proclaimed your sorrow
A sorrow cut so deep, you must have held
The knife yourself
This lamb won't leave the fold
It's scared to show the truth in its tears
I sing in fear
This lamb won't leave the fold
It's scared to show the truth in its tears
Truth in its tears
I sing in fear
Truth in its tears
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