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Envy On The Coast

Sugar Skulls

 

Sugar Skulls

(album: Lucy Gray - 2007)


Isabella, stand a little bit taller.
I don't deserve your tears,
Anymore than you deserve the fears
That I have left you with, dear.
Oh, may I bless your every last tear?

"She's just a little girl,
She knows nothing of this little game we like to play."

So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the truth.
At least, that's what they call it these days.

So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
And I swore,
Never your heart, shall I break.

Please bring me back to you.
Please bring me back.

Widowed, and a little less faithful,
She lets the sidewalks sympathize
With every step she takes,
Her ankles growing weak, dear
Oh, may He bless your every last tear?

"She's just a little girl,
She knows nothing of this little game we like to play."

So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the truth.
At least, that's what they call it these days.

So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
And I swore,
Never your heart, shall I break.

Please bring me back to you.
Please bring me back to you.
Please bring me back to you.
Please bring me back to you.

Isabella, stand a little bit taller.
I am the aisle in the back beside the votive light
Who did this to you dear?
Oh, may you never shed a damn tear.

So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the truth.
At least, that's what they call it these days.

So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
And I swore,
Never your heart, shall I break.

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