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Jaded Fable

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The skies all been burnt
I am feeling rather strange
drunk on whiskey

Princesses bred for fifty
I feel a little colder every day

Mother I'm not safe
You'll find me buried in the fields
With buffalo murdered for game

Mother will you say
That I'm dressed up for the kill
And there's something slowly wasting me away

You are my only friend
You are my wasted angel
And like before, you mean much more to me

You are my coming end
You are my jaded fable

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