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Oh, my lady had golden gems to hand
But she was breaking 'cause crystal's just burnt sand
She said, "Pray tell me, for I don't understand
Why these feet burn hot like home"
And she left him and all her words behind
'Cause she was hurting from where he robbed her blind
You know the best thing to do when love's unkind
Is to leave these shores and roam
'Cause winter's a beast that's waiting for the dawn
It wields as it feast on roses and their thorns
She was surviving on only bread and scorn
For the words that wouldn't come
Oh, my lady had golden gems to hand
But she was breaking 'cause crystal's just burnt sand
She said, "Pray tell me, for I don't understand
Why these feet burn hot like home"
So she left him and all her words behind
'Cause she was hurting from where he robbed her blind
You know the best thing to do when love's unkind
Is to leave these shores and roam
'Cause winter's a beast that's waiting for the dawn
It wields as it feast on roses and their thorns
She was surviving on only bread and scorn
For the words that wouldn't come
Oh, my lady had golden gems to hand
But she was breaking 'cause crystal's just burnt sand
She said, "Pray tell me, for I don't understand
Why these feet burn hot like home"