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Lead
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..Wind.. Gosh, how you've turned me into paper
(caressing me with every stroke)
layed me flat and expressed your deepest self onto me
until there was nothing more for me to give
(gliding upon me with all that you are)
Folding me up, and throwing me
wherever you pleased
(penetrating the surface of my soul)
and then keeping me for yourself
(little did I know)
letting your poison linger upon me
(this wasn't meant to be)
you were lead.
