Willow, weep for me
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Bow your tallest tree
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Down to the infamous hands
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Of someone no one understands
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I'm not unique in this
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It's based on none but my mistake
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At night I lie awake
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Thinking of all the hearts I'd happily break
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It's cruel I know
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At least they tell me so
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Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
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Because I'm not ashamed, oh no
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Oh, willow
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That I only write love songs
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To those whom I don't love
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I only reach for him
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Who's tied to someone else's glove
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That which I hold inside
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Which I admire and deride
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Which I protect and hide is yours
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Willow, weep for me
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Don't think I don't see
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This life I'm living in two
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But still it's something I must do
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I'm not unique in this
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Nor am I special, sweet or kind
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I court a thousand smiles
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Yet I keep my own to hide behind
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It's cruel I know
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At least they tell me so
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Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
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Because I'm not ashamed, oh no
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Oh, willow
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That I only write love songs
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To those whom I don't love
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I only reach for him
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Who's tied to someone else's glove
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That which I hold inside
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Which I admire and deride
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Which I protect and hide is yours
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Slander and distension
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They're parlor games to me
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Papers overrun with lies too mad to mention
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You say they never hurt you
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No consequence, I'm happy
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We're much too far above it all
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But oh no, that's not true
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These wicked pastimes take their toll
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These tyrant vices break your soul
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Deliver me from all I am
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And all I never want to be
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I love you (Oh willow, willow, willow)
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Doubt me not
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Rewrite this plot for all to see
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And I only write love songs
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To those whom I don't love
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I only reach for him
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Who's tied to someone else's glove
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That which I hold inside
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Which I admire and deride
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Which I protect and hide is yours
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Bend your branches to the ground and hold me close
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Let me harmonize with all we knew
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Share your sympathy and weep for me
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Oh, willow, heal the hearts I've broken
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Make me pure and start my song anew
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For I only write love songs
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To those whom I don't love
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I only reach for him
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Who's tied to someone else's glove
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That which I hold inside
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Which I admire and deride
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Which I protect and hide is yours
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Willow
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| Emilie Autumn |
