Cue the Strings

Before you speak the words

So plain to see

Upon your skin

They sing

They dance and spin

So what pray tell

Will save you now

Here comes that cold sunrise

And at the peak we reach

To cue the strings

They ring so sweet

They lean

And plead release

So what pray tell

Will save you now

Here comes that cold sunrise

Here comes that cold sunrise

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