Romneydale

Oh, pictures of Romneydale still surge through my brain
 The last lady standing there with her backwards name
 You could not say it forwards
 You could not give it a sound
 I stood there on my hiding day far outside of town
 And I lift my head
 Not to be fed
 Into her awful ground
 I'll be scattered like bees on vines
 With their own group mind
 When you're stuck in the pictures of you
 You're all wrapped up now
 In your new costume
 And the lights grow dim as
 You fade in your tomb
 The mirror is selfish it holds
 Onto you
 Will I ever be seen
 In a light that's true
 If my body leaves, is my soul made new?
 The name is backwards
 You cannot give it a sound
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 Well, I'm over there
 I got a way to get home
 Again, I'm so fine
 When I get both
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 Ends in Romneydale
 I'll be there on the rocks
 The jagged rocks, counting waves
 Across my animal sky
 Two birds always sing
 From the left
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 And from the right
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 Don't get close to one side
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 Oh, when I die in the tide
 Where she dwells holding onto my body
 Will be my only hell