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Angela Carter down her typewriter
And stares at the
Her bones getting brittle, hair turning
Such a way to go

the stars in the sky
Wondering where we are
Dreaming you didn't die
isn't that far

She lives in her own
She lives in her own

little toyshop, playing with fireworks
She set to the Thames
at the circus, an army of lovers
Like lightning to her

river runs deep
Plunging off of the page
Are you awake or
You think I would know by this

Angela puts down her typewriter
And stares at the
Her getting brittle, hair turning whiter
a long way to go

Reflections distorted by
Mirrors corrupted by
Now you don't have to lie
Why don't you us the truth?