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ophelia
8 Apr 2003
sweet appalachia could not calm her
and her god was out to lunch
so what else could she turn to?
every friday gin and blood
with her finger down her throat
and no one caring where she was
what could keep Ophelia smiling?
every friday gin and blood
out in nowhere
where the nobodies roam
gin to loosen your mind
blood to let your body go
despite her sunday saviour
she would always come undone
dear Ophelia's little secret?
every friday gin and blood
though her voice was golden velvet
she was always on the run
dear Ophelia loved destruction
every friday gin and blood
out in nowhere
where the nobodies roam
gin to loosen your mind
blood to let your body go
drowning freely in depression
always hiding from the sun
dear Ophelia played denial
every friday gin and blood
it was obvious to others
that she was the chosen one
but Ophelia only wanted
every friday gin and blood
you can feel her speak in roses
you can see her breathing life
dear Ophelia, dear Ophelia
fell in love with suicide
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