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The swan, he bleeds. His wings are still. If you take what's pure, It only means you'll get yours. Got it made in the shade A god made in the shade The swan, he leaves, No sign, no scene, The itch is spent, But every bird must sleep Got it made in the shade A god made in the shade (You've got half the sun, but you've got no one) Got it made in the shade (You've got half the sun, but you've got no one) A god made in the shade |