There is a lady turning old.
She dreams of walking on streets paved of gold.
Her devotion we all know.
She has been singing it like a crow.
All that she gave.
All that she gave up.
All that she gave me.
Left me fucked up.
For her nothing is ever enough.
She will do anything to get there.
Old woman can you feel the wind blow?
As it's chill cuts through your hair.
It whispers the names of those you left behind long ago.
Frozen in the snow.
All that she gave.
All that she gave up.
All that she gave me.
Left me fucked up.
That old lady taught me how to weep.
That old lady has made me lose sleep.
That old lady fed me spoonfuls of guilt and when I choked on her poison, she tried to smother me with her guilty pillow.
All that she left behind.
Just so Heaven she could find.
Only for her to find out.
Her heaven isn't the same as mine.
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