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Down here underneath the microscope It's hard to cope Don't hide your face in your hands 'cause if your eyes play tricks It's outta my control It's gonna be A long cold winter The skeletons of trees My black water child If you don't love me, well, don't shove me out into the dark Without a flashlight or a spark And these stitches cling like bitches to my arms For all my charms It's gonna be A crooked little winter The skeletons of trees My black water child She's walking home to the devil's flowers The broken bones, heavy hours We stayed out late, it's a lighthouse trait And we'll take our time, time |