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When your strangest fictions
turn out to be the truth
and the socalled storyteller
has the burden of the truth
every year she throws a party
for the man she says that took her mind away
they both wear paper hats
and there's a cherry shaped like a tocket on her plate
i would not risk killing love
my words would leave a trail of blood
she explored one reason for why she's feeling strange
and she blames the seasons for her behavioural change
tell the one you love the things they want to hear
although you might betray yourself
and keep it in the family
the science is the chemicals on your bathroom shelf
i would not risk killing love
my words would leave a trail of blood