Both eyes drinking cool water, not the first daughter so I can't see why you're wrestling with words at last, a tradition you've long outclassed. Come true for the new martyrs, with your hair parted like the Red Sea. You're addressing the world from your bed, all alone in the crowd like you said. Come true, its only divine right. Here's Leda in her white glory, all her back-story has been wiped clean. Just another apocryphal mess, never promised I'm anything less. So come true, these are safe waters for the first daughter, so I can't see why you're pushing the pull that you've had, while the rest of the girls go bad. Come true its only divine right. Slip back through the plot for the new shock, seeing us then, when we were the real people. Face down in the old money, left the crowd wondering what your next moves gonna be in the moments ahead, while the rest of the girls go bad. Come true, its only divine right.

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Writer(s): Carl Newman