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The Letter

de Brett

Everything I heard that night
Would fall into a category
Vicious or as gentle as a lamb

Vipers on the bedroom floor
Are waiting for the perfect moment
In my dreams their fangs close on my hands

Our heads are in the clouds and love is a world
Where half of us are cool and half of us are cursed
No need to explain a small misunderstanding
Buried underground, we live in the world
Where half of us are born and half of us will burn
Will you kill the flame or light the roman candle?

Terrible and fascinating
Stricken by your charming manners
Welcoming the adder to my door

Watching program after program
Passive as an alligator
Gorging at the plate, you still want more

Our heads are in the clouds and love is a world
Where half of us are cool and half of us are cursed
No need to explain a small misunderstanding
Buried underground, we live in the world
Where half of us are born and half of us will burn
Will you kill the flame or light the roman candle?

In a wave and I'm out of breath
As I brace for the final curtain
And I call out

On a wave and it's ten feet tall
Falling down like it's second nature
Turning backwards

Our heads are in the clouds and love is a world
Where half of us are cool and half of us are cursed
No need to explain a small misunderstanding
Buried underground, we live in the world
Where half of us are born and half of us will burn
Will you kill the flame or light the roman candle?

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