she is the angel on top of the tree
sugar heart, here she comes
she's going to fall on me
innocence was our fire
we told the truth
i miss the sweet boys
in the summer of their youth
tear the petals off of you
and make you tell the truth
they will make you so, so cynical
the fire burns the flesh
destroyed the best it made us old
she's the grace of this world
she's too pure for the likes of this world
this world is a whore
tear the petals off of you
and make you tell the truth
oh, it's all mine and
hey it's all mine and
help, it's all mine
i never knew that i could be
all the darling buds of may
they fall with no sound
they carry you down
they carry you down
all the lilies bloomed and blossomed
wilted and they're shivering
i can't stop their withering
oh, this world is a war
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