The shape I’m in
Oh, she knows so well
My heart’s become
her sinking belle
The sinking belle
Oh, the sinking belle
I’m worried now
You’re worried now
We’re smaller than
we used to be
What came from you
is now inside me
Don’t ask me why
Oh, don’t ask me why
All my life
All my life
We’re in black and white
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