You made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up
But will it ever be enough
It's not enough
And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red
As towards the sky I offer it...
But will it ever be enough
It's not enough
And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red
As towards the sky I offer it...
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