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Wing

she'll never know what’s eating me alive
a hungry demi-god that will not be denied
I am foundering on the absence
of desire meant for me
laid bare imagination for all to see

where does she sleep?
& where does sleep find she?
maybe I want my bitter visions to come real
on a pilgrimage of lusting
that should’ve come my way
but my mind, it is a gaol called Jealousie

on a wing of innocence fly me out of here
surrendered faith but I'm holding dread
& I pray to consequence if my voice you hear
for a better man to be in my head

I'll never show the knife that's deep inside
how with its twist the more it cuts away at pride
like a rabid dog at communion
that we could not hide away
the family's secret bloodstained history

on a wing of innocence fly me out of here
I surrender faith but I'm holding dread
& I pray to consequence if my voice you hear
for a better man to be in my head
on a wing of innocence fly me out of here
I surrender faith but I'm holding dread
& I pray to consequence if my voice you hear
for a better man to be in my head

surrendered faith but I’m holding dread
for a better man to be in my head

(Taylor-Taylor-Rhodes-LeBon-Ronson-Coxon)
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