Christine and the Queens - Saint Claude
So softly speaking Your words' a constant babbling stream Come from nowhere, where, where Come from nowhere, where, whereYou eyelids paint in chalk Shimmering haze just as you talk Are you sinking, king, king Are you sinking, king, kingI see that your left arm is ink stained And since you're sleeveless Your winged lion gives a sly wink Does he know my
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