I drew myself an island
Of what I am made from
I built it round my consciousness
Next to a town called Love
Then I looked around and saw
Land stretched on and on
'Til it reached the furthest shore
And love itself was gone
Love itself was gone...
Fear became the forest
Contained by a mountain range
Sex, romance, and tenderness
Lay down on the page
Then I looked around and saw
Land stretched on and on
'Til it reached the other shore
And love itself was gone
Love itself was gone...
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