What does this look like to you?
A mark so fine you barely see
You have one just like it too
A twisting vine, a mark so fine
'Cause I love you with all I am
And you love me because you are
As fearless as a twisting vine
A mark so fine but still a scar
Fear plays dumb then eats the soul
Like a vagabond with a fishing pole
He whistles but he cannot sing
It's an awful tune but very soon
I find that I am whistling too
And your window is like a star
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