Marty Willson-Piper Venus Of Prose Lyrics

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Years of bliss
Fill your head
Trapped in a jar
Your eyes are dead
Rich in words
You're the Venus of prose
As beauty erodes

She says No
He says

Accolade slips
Lost your sway
In an aura of jade
Who can win
In the reign of a week
I die in your sleep

She says No
He says

Open you up
Peer on through
Taste of dust
Where nothing's true
Listen with your eyes
Face your deceit

You're dead on your feet

She says No
He says

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