Call from a leafless stage, a parting piece
Back now to our nights and the black better years
Aching to find what already is
With an ear on the river and an eye on his
Turn yourself in
Turn yourself in
Turn yourself in
Turn yourself in
Dark is the sky that masks the weight
Got to be shed to slit the plate
Turn yourself in
Turn yourself in
Turn yourself in
Turn yourself in
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