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She won't mind they always said A women's touch can cure no man In beauty lies a sticky game Without your words, you are nothing Sybil, Sybil Vane was, was, was ill Sybil, Sybil Vane was, was, was ill But she knows now that she's falling And she will say to you "I'll better prove myself" "I'd better prove myself" Try to hide all your sins Write a letter to make ammends But she's not that tough To let you roam around her But she is not that tough Because she is gone gone gone But you You are the greyest of them all Yeah you, your boastful tounge has bit them all And after all was said and done, The pleasure was all yours to run You dragged her down and said, "Oh you are such a fool" "Where's your stamina at?" She says, "It's lost in you" You showed her life beyond acts and Now she lusts for you. Oh there was no fair warning No, there was no fair warning But her heart it just stopped And you grow weary of nights crawling Of nights crawling Deep into your breathless eyes Made you soon realize That Sybil Vane she spoke no lies You'll soon figure out that everything was true Sybil Vain inspired and she'll do the same for you With her dreamy head, she couldn't have it all. Remember now, she died Holding too much thought in her mind but you |