got my fever down, and weighted up, I know the
sounds remaining won't strain all the silt from my eyes
bleache the green from the pastures, feast on the grey
of the night, straight from the vines, refusal to shine
you're my favorite thing - the one that I love so I'd die for your love
blind the deafened moon, stimulate the tombs of angels
I'll open my heart, won't fall apart
don't fall apart
you're my favorite thing
and I feel like letting go
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