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Raygan Hogue

Sing me a song, Sailor Boy. Sing me one, Teach me joy. I’ll cry you a river to sail down. Stay with me, And you’ll end up drowned.

This love is a fleeting thing, my dear. You’ll drift away, And I’ll coax you near. Turn away as I tear your world apart, Then draw me back into your open arms.

Watch this magic trick of mine. Fall in love, While I make you blind. Tragedy is how I catch my thrills. So hold my hand, And ease this aching chill.

This love is an awful thing, my dear. You’ll want to leave, And I’ll drag you near. You built all the bridges I destroyed, But it’s funny how we both crawl back for more

So why did you ever come my way? The rate we fall is not the same. I’ve caged my heart in anger and deceit. I hope you stay, Too foolish to retreat.

This love is a nasty thing, my dear. I’ll not be tamed, You’ll show no fear. Cascading in this ocean of desire, Too numb to fear the burn of the pyre.

Cascading in this ocean of desire,

Voices

When will you learn? It was me who started the fire.

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