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They made a divorce a brothel of crying

They copied my frame and bent down for years

But I painted the roses followers copycats

I painted the roses she’s coming to me

They filed a complaint charlatans Pharisees

This is an infringement I knelt down for years

I wrote her the poems stealing it’s stealing

I wrote her the poems she’s coming to me

Complete travesty hurts sometimes to you I advert

That I know the chorus was sung too loud

Who told her to sing my words with my words

Who told her to sing with heaven inside

I gave her the shine in shadows while hiding

I gave her the shine her talent and pride

Complete travesty hurts sometimes to you I advert

That I know the chorus was sung too loud

Should be what I allow something is better off silent

Cause I know the chorus was sung to loud

This consignment with life in its text

This consignment will ship empty from my heart

I will keep this contempt for their words

It will keep me alive burning through the years

This long buried lie a brothel of crying

This long buried text cracks in its raw

I wrote you the poems stealing they stole me

I painted your roses you’re coming to me

Complete travesty hurts sometimes to you I advert

That I know the chorus was sung too loud

Should be what I allow something is better off silent

Cause I know the chorus was sung to loud