Roma di Luna: Music

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Plenty pretty woman but I don't know if I'm one of them
And my lover has eyes and lips for all of them
See the ground crumble under your feet
And the pipes break beneath the street
The spider crawls round your grave
Plenty pretty woman but I don't know if I’m one of them
And my lover has eyes and lips for all of them
And the blade that he pulled from my back bleeds more
when I'm away from him
The spider webs your smile
Drawing wrinkles for awhile
‘Til your woven back as a child
Plenty pretty woman but I don't know if I'm one of them
And my lover has eyes and lips for all of them
And the blade that he pulled from my back bleeds more
when I'm away from him
And the vows that he gave unto me fade away again
The spider webs your throat