Over liberty, I'd take death
If you'd just give me something to clean up this mess
That had become of me
I was shattered, laying on my side
So alone, I had tried
To overcome the suffering
But I let the branches of O. dig at my soul
I only continued to stoke the fire and shovel in more coal
I wouldn't give up because I couldn't control myself
You had put spell on me and in your witchcraft I would delve
To that forest I would go
To pick the bluebells where they grow
Just for you darling
It's not my fault you were what I craved
Cool air always rolls off graves
Why are cemeteries always so cold
I let the branches of O. dig at my soul
I only continued to stoke the fire and shovel in more coal
I wouldn't give up because I couldn't control myself
You had put spell on me and in your witchcraft I would delve
That had become of me
I was shattered, laying on my side
So alone, I had tried
To overcome the suffering
But I let the branches of O. dig at my soul
I only continued to stoke the fire and shovel in more coal
I wouldn't give up because I couldn't control myself
You had put spell on me and in your witchcraft I would delve
To that forest I would go
To pick the bluebells where they grow
Just for you darling
It's not my fault you were what I craved
Cool air always rolls off graves
Why are cemeteries always so cold
I let the branches of O. dig at my soul
I only continued to stoke the fire and shovel in more coal
I wouldn't give up because I couldn't control myself
You had put spell on me and in your witchcraft I would delve
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