Narcissus

(albüm: Róisín Machine - 2020)

Being left, being left
Being left, being left
Being left, being left with me
Narcissus

Being left, being left
Being left, being left
Being left, being left with me
Narcissus

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The saddest story ever told
Loving only what you will hold
In your own reflection
When love is here
With all your protection
I hold you dear

The saddest story ever told
The narcissistic glory to be all alone
A happy ending would never be
Narcissus dying

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Rosebud
Narcissus, she'll return into sand
If you fall in love with your reflection
You may be damned
But, darling, I could teach you to feel
And to understand
Narcissus, my love
Thy love will go

Being left, being left
Being left, being left
Being left, being left with me
Narcissus
Being left, being left
Being left, being left
Being left, being left with me
Narcissus

Being left, being left
Being left, being left
Being left, being left with me
Narcissus

Being left, being left
Being left, being left
Being left, being left with me
Narcissus

Being left, being left
Being left, being left
Being left, being left with me
Narcissus

Being left, being left
Being left, being left
Being left, being left with me
Narcissus