.You can't bend your crooked arms
Or fold your punctured proof
The air is growing cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
And there's nothing you can do
Soon there'll be no gauze inside the Confessional
Only rows of crows, defrocking every breath
And one day you'll remember>Behind the m.
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