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We
We were so vain Wretched kings of the room You You were different So detached So immune You turned our dirt into a silver bloom |
I was merely a moth
taken by your light A shadow chained to your feet A parasite Words became treacherous Thoughts were out of tune You're a powerful drug, Silver Bloom |
You You were different It was clear from the start Your smile Your dark grace The kind features of your face They are the map of your heart |
Found on DAT.
In his diary, Vain wrote: "While writing this song, I was attempting to evoke the same feeling I experienced when I first met her. It proved to be a wonderful task. Even my failures felt great." |
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