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sleep on and dream of love
because it's the closest you will get to love
poor twisted child, so ugly, so ugly

one november spawned a monster
in the shape of this child
who must remain
a hostage to kindness
and the wheels underneath her

so full of her, so full of shit

irish blood, english heart, this i'm made of
there is no one on earth i'm afraid of
and i will die with both of my hands untied

And when I stood there and I felt November kill

ps. rakastan morrisseyn biisien nimiä.