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Chuker Jole

de Miss Liton

No more need to calculate
Every thought I think
Every sound I make
I'm uninhibited in his allotment
Cultivate it special for me
And I’ll form a part of the apple tree
Needless to say I am tended to often
Happily knowing I'm safe in his sanctum

His ribcage
Forms a faraday
Guards my lie
Between pulsations of his heart

His ribcage
Forms a faraday
Shields my soul
From confessions of the past

From the dead came something to eat
Out of the strong came something sweet
I put my faith in his heart and his courage
Despite his strength the lion died
And honey poured from out his side
I want to be all the sweetness I cost him
I am the lamb of the valley he’s lost in

His ribcage
Forms a faraday
Guards my lie
Between pulsations of his heart

His ribcage
Forms a faraday
Shields my soul
From confessions of the past

Finally it means nothing to me
Whether what I said meant anything
In his presence, I find my own convent
From the dead came something to eat
Out of the strong came something sweet
In his presence, I feel that I'm wanted
In his presence, I feel that I'm wanted

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