I ain’t gonna be these days between,
I ain’t gonna be these sighs that you keep for special
occasions,
I ain’t gonna be the sun in your long polar winters,
I ain’t gonna be the fish in you poisoned rivers.
I’ll be your all or your nothing,
I’ll be your life or your death,
I’ll be your sight or your blindness,
I’ll be one with your flesh or you’ll be my prey.
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