Run, run, my sister run
All the damage is done
and tonight the darkness will come
and take us one by one

Only brother of mine
Made of water and wine
Will they like what they find
Beauty and flawed by design
Will it dim the bright shine on your halo
Oh i’m getting old
That’s what I’m told

If you listen to the voice in your head
and all the ghosts in your bed
Surely you’ll be mislead


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