sympathy magic

Florence And The Machine

Memory fails me, names and faces blur
There is only after, or before
Am I so different? Have I changed?
I do not recognise my face
The scar fades but pulls inside
Tugging at me all the time
Chewing on a feeling and spitting it out
Crouched in a ball gown
Anxious and ashamed
The vague humiliations of fame

I do not find worthiness or virtue
I no longer try to be good
It didn t keep me safe
Like you told me that it would
So come on, tear me wide open
A terrible gift
Let the chorus console me
Sympathy magic

And light coming in the window just so
And the wind through my fingers
The only God that I know
And it does not want me on my knees to believe
Head high, arms wide
Aching, aching, aching

And alive
And alive
So I don t have to be worthy
I no longer try to be good
It didn t keep me safe
Like you told me that it would
So come on, tear me wide open
Till I m losing my mind
Till I cannot contain it
La-da-da-da-da-da-da

So come on, c mon, I can take it
Give me everything you got
What else? What else? What else? What else?
So come on, c mon, I can take it
Give me everything you got
What else? What else? What else? What else?

Sympathy magic
Sympathy magic
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Sympathy magic
Sympathy magic
So come on, c mon, I can take it
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