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You are painted on my skin,a mystery since my arrival,that I’ve never solved,but often trace,when I’m alone. White feathers weight,on my weathered soul,and I follow their path,through the forest fire,you’ve ignited in my heart. I ...

You are painted on my skin,
a mystery since my arrival,
that I’ve never solved,
but often trace,
when I’m alone.

White feathers weight,
on my weathered soul,
and I follow their path,
through the forest fire,
you’ve ignited in my heart.

I thought I’d been yours,
since I was sixteen,
broken down as you didn’t look my way,
cradled with Carl Wilson,
singing “God Only Knows”,
as I realised I always did.

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