
Woe
The ribbon round your neck
Against your skin it's pale as bone
It is my favorite thing you've worn
The band is playing our song
And we won't go home 'til morn
The ribbon round your neck
Against your skin it's pale as bone
It is my favorite thing you've worn
The band is playing our song
And we won't go home 'til morn
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