Daughter of the Moon - Casanova

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[Verse 1] Placing his flowers in a porcelain bowl I mistook for a gift he gave in a lonesome hour I reason with the edge of a shadow Still draped up on my wall Can't remember his name But a face with beatific angles Like sun in the rain My eyes are dripping tears From my sleep as I wake [Pre-Chorus] I'm the piece of iron in your shotgun The empty bullet you shot son The opening line to your love letter Eyes bleeding love lines from the feather I'm the fancy dress on this month's display The fabric women all look the same A flavour for you to chew and spit I was strong till I was hit [Chorus] And I was stung by that first kiss A casanova's daily fix I was strung by my love's lips When I was stung by that first kiss [Verse 2] I found him sipping whiskey with a dark grin Had her lipstick on the glass beside his mouth upon the rim He said, "Plenty more have come and gone away my love And it's you, you're the only one, the only one I want" [Pre-Chorus] Well, I'm the piece of iron in your shotgun The empty bullet you shot son The opening line to your love letter Eyes bleeding love lines from the feather I'm the fancy dress on this month's display The fabric women all look the same A flavour for you to chew and spit I was strong till I was hit [Chorus] And I was stung by that first kiss A casanova's daily fix I was strung by my love's lips When I was stung by that first kiss Mm~ I'm standing on the edge and I'm reasoning with fate I'd rather be a wild weed than a flower in a vase [Non-Lyrical Vocalisation] Placing your flowers in a porcelain tomb Once a gift now showering in ruins To be a lonely lover or a young man's slave Well I'd rather be a wild weed Than a flower in a vase
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