Wandering Star - Portishead
Please could you stay awhile to share my grief,
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For it's such a lovely day,
Wandering star
To have to always feel this way,
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And the time that I will suffer less,
Is when I never have to wake.
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Wandering stars,
For whom it is reserved,
The blackness of darkness, forever,
Wandering stars,
For whom it is reserved,
The blackness of darkness, forever.
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Those who have seen the needles eye, now tread,
Like a husk, from which all that was now has fled,
And the masks, that the monsters wear,
To feed, upon their prey.
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Doubled up inside,
Take awhile to shed my grief,
Always doubled up inside,
Taunted, cruel.
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