Dress me in scarlet
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Ribbons and bows so everyone knows
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I'm hiding a face
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That hasn't the grace to go free.
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Dress me in shadows
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Sad April skies have opened my eyes
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To the lie that I live
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And given the river away
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I'll change these clothes if I want to, and I do
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I think that I've found out
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What no-one's about to tell me
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I think that I've found out
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I don't wear scarlet well.
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Waiting before me
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Poets and painters may say;
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"When will you stumble our way
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Kick off your red shoes and fly now"
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I'll die for their words if I want to, and I do.
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Always before me
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Poets and sages may say;
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"We've been lamenting your fall
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And carving it all into stone here
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And skimming them into the river, just for you..."
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I think that I've found out
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What no-one's about to tell me
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I think that I've found out
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The place where angels fell from...
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I think that I've found out
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I don't wear scarlet well.
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Scarlet
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| All About Eve |
