Profit In Your Poetry Lyrics

Butcher Boy

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Lyrics to Profit In Your Poetry
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Chime, chime, chime, you chime like a melody
so comfortably lashed to the sleeve
so settled into the rhyme

So I can see the detail so beautifully
the snow and the crane and the tree
your eyes reflecting my eyes

I think I understand why you make do
so secretly I paint the mirrors blue
I can see you sleep and see you bleed
and I can see the profit in your poetry

Shine, shine, shine with each Ayrshire syllable
initially lashed to the wall
then written into the rhyme

But I can see the details are killing me
the dust on the crockery
the uselessness of the ride

I think I understand why you make do
I'm falling in a world that dotes on you
where I can see you sleep and see you bleed
but there's no need for pity or for parity

I think I understand why you make do
and I refuse to turn my back on you
I have seen you sleep and seen you bleed
but don't let this be your only memory of
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