Quarrelling and quivering
Coming out and coming in
Pretending that I knew you once
A conversation every month
Marriages and melancholy
Steeples, sex and wine so holy
Horrid lines drawn in the deep
You follow visions while you sleep
This could send me spiteful
This could turn me kind
You won't guilt me into nothing
I'll pretend I'm blind, blind
I'll pretend I'm blind
Battling and bottling
All that this frustration brings
Everything I said you'd hold
Is all that's empty in your soul
Riddling and rambling
All you say is not what it seems
and I'm supposed to know you best
You make me feel I know you less
This could send me spiteful
This could turn me kind
You won't guilt me into nothing
I'll pretend I'm blind, blind
I'll pretend I'm blind
This could send me spiteful
This could turn me kind
You won't guilt me into nothing
I'll pretend I'm blind, blind
I'll pretend I'm blind
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