I grew cold in a state of fear
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my head under my blanket
I wish I didn’t know you so well
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I’ve known the man behind my father
and you’ve fallen for the actor
the director behind the man
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she carries his face
she did something to her face
he said to him
she’ll remind you of me forever
there I am on her face
that you cannot undo
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he paid with his life to avoid his death
paid and paid for a ghost
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that would dissolve her features
his features
abandon his image
deny his image
living lie after lie
emptying more than just his pockets
Croque-Melpomene 