Kirsty McGee

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Well if love for you is conquest I can see you've reached your peak
Seems like they only taught you curses when they taught you how to speak
And all your angels are departed with a burning in their eyes
And oh lord, I'm glad that I'm gone

Seems like an ill wind blew you where the ill winds tend to blow
It picked you up and it threw you like you were a seed to throw
And like a seed you burrow down; like a seed you grow
And oh lord, I'm glad that I'm gone

And you walk so tall
As though no one here could ever see you fall
Like you know more than we do...

A plague on all the houses and a plague upon the trees
A plague on all the birds that fly and a plague upon the bees
You are a plague upon the surface of the earth your shadow frames
And oh lord, I'm glad that I'm gone

I'm gonna take the evil in you
I'm gonna roll it in a ball
I'm gonna pitch a perfect arc and I'll watch that evil fall
But I won't take you down into my heart like I took you once before
Cos oh lord, I'm glad that I'm gone

And you walk so tall
As though no one here could ever see you fall
Like you know more than we do...