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Black Water ChildDown here underneath the microscopeIt's hard to cope Don't hide your face in your hands 'Cause if your eyes play tricks It's outta my control It's gonna be a long cold winter The skeletons of trees, my blackwater child If you don't love me, well, don't shove me Out into the dark Without a flashlight or a spark Any stitches cling like bitches to my arms For all my charms It's gonna be a crooked little winter The skeletons of trees, my blackwater child She's walking home To the devil's flowers The broken bones Of heavy hours We stayed out late It's a lighthouse trait And we'll take our time |