Twist

To you who brought me back to life
 
 The twisted thorns that grow inside
 
 The shingle washing my old bones
 Of woe betides and woe begones
 With just enough love to go 'round
 For you who's turning me back on
 It doesn't make it right or wrong
 For prisoners of the mind
 
 Of woe begones and woe betides
 And just enough love to go 'round
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 And just enough love to go 'round
 
 To you who holds the fireflies (yeah)
 Pulls them out from the inside
 A tiny shell left in my hand
 Sings woe betides and woe begones
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 With just enough love to go 'round
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 It's like weed
 It's like weed
 
 It's like weed
 A boy on a bike who is running away
 An empty car in the woods
 The motor left running (It's like weed)
 It's like weed
 It's like weed
 Empty car with the motor left running
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 Look, this face, it isn't me
 Look, this face, it isn't me