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Godwin - Brooke Waggoner
Written by：Brooke Waggoner
Like a lion in the dead
In the dead of deepest night
You sprawl out peacefully
Beneath the glowing spheres of light
Like a feathered feathered swan
On top of gliding glass
You move with perfect tres
Among bleeding grass
Like a dog gone astray
In the middle of the wake
You pretend to be a part
Of the shuffle of the day
I can't stand who I am
A villain with a plan
Cloaked in robes
Made of many friends
Yet I remain in a one man land
I can't stand who I am
A villain with a plan
Cloaked in robes
Made of many friends
Yet I remain in a one man land
Like a lion in the dead
In the dead of deepest night
You sprawl out peacefully
Beneath the glowing spheres of light
Like a feathered feathered swan
On top of gliding glass
You move with perfect tres
Among bleeding grass
Like a dog gone astray
In the middle of the wake
You pretend to be a part
Of the shuffle of the day
