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IX. all paths lead
verse
D-Bm-G-A
chorus
Bm-A-G
all paths lead to different bedrooms, these hosts lie in their tattered dresses,
addressing the new boy of the evening his head is in his hand. we weren't meant for this,
we weren't meant for this, we're all uprooted flowers transplanted to strange homes,
caught a bird with delicate wings, a little paperbird trembled in my palm,
escaped into the garden behind these white white walls,
i'll float into your room on the scent of juniper and ale,
we'll dance until we fall, and fall until we wake.

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