On my tombstone
see white rosebud in disgrace
Oh! I need to embrace you
I'll come back
And I'll tell you
Of my sense of confusion
And I'll sleep
On your belly
Just like oceans on cities
Oooh… Oooh… Protect me from myself
And from all, from all
There are fragments of soul by the breeze
There are fragments of soul by the breeze
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