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"Teacher
When I woke I got up to collect my doubts
I chewed them with my lucky jaw
I chewed them with my lucky jaw
I need someone to care for me
A bigger heart to care for me
What will I be without this force to support me
To collect me
I used to think I was strong enough to cope
With fears as deep and fierce as mine
Hahahaha
But then I broke
And then I fell
I screamed and curled and cracked and crawled
Selfishness, foolishness,
Predicts defeat
The jester rules the stronghold
Love I saw, love I saw
I had never seen a love that big before
Carelessness, recklessness
Predicts defeat
The jester rules the stronghold
A woman burned the castle mine
She said I could no longer shine
In armor she thought of as foul and fake
But foul and fake was she to me
I pushed her away
She had to leave
I was left alone in an empty black burned out field
Oh what I desire
Is my lovers great insulting fire
For me
Watching
Waiting
Trying to free
Scattered around on the floor
All the things of a boy
The armor and the plans for war
All meaningless but wonderful
Caught in the caves on my heart’s trampoline
I cannot be traced no I cannot be seen
I lie in my tomb but still suffer the pain
The vision of you now is all that remains
Oh it burns my eyes
But love is great
And love’s divine
To me"
by Zita Swoon
When I woke I got up to collect my doubts
I chewed them with my lucky jaw
I chewed them with my lucky jaw
I need someone to care for me
A bigger heart to care for me
What will I be without this force to support me
To collect me
I used to think I was strong enough to cope
With fears as deep and fierce as mine
Hahahaha
But then I broke
And then I fell
I screamed and curled and cracked and crawled
Selfishness, foolishness,
Predicts defeat
The jester rules the stronghold
Love I saw, love I saw
I had never seen a love that big before
Carelessness, recklessness
Predicts defeat
The jester rules the stronghold
A woman burned the castle mine
She said I could no longer shine
In armor she thought of as foul and fake
But foul and fake was she to me
I pushed her away
She had to leave
I was left alone in an empty black burned out field
Oh what I desire
Is my lovers great insulting fire
For me
Watching
Waiting
Trying to free
Scattered around on the floor
All the things of a boy
The armor and the plans for war
All meaningless but wonderful
Caught in the caves on my heart’s trampoline
I cannot be traced no I cannot be seen
I lie in my tomb but still suffer the pain
The vision of you now is all that remains
Oh it burns my eyes
But love is great
And love’s divine
To me"
by Zita Swoon
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