Lyrics Clip My Wings - Montaigne
You′re
asking
me
To
be
kind
to
you
Well,
let
me
tell
you
something,
dear
That
kind
of
game
takes
two
Don't
talk
of
virtue
Maybe
they
won′t
hurt
you
I'm
wrestling
The
air
between
the
parts
Of
matter
in
my
brain
You
make
it
all
so
hard
Don't
talk
of
what
you
Think
I
did
or
did
not
do
Put
your
strings
on
me
Subtle
puppetry
Clip
my
wings
and
see
Clip
my
wings
and
see
Put
your
strings
on
me
Nobody
will
see
An
energy
Of
threat
and
your
despair
Tells
me
to
leave
I
don′t
want
to
be
here
You′re
salivating
Over
the
mess
you're
making
Nobody
will
see
Try
me
Fantastically
I
live
inside
a
dream
Reality
Can
not
be
what
it
seems
Don′t
move
I'll
hurt
you
I′m
devoid
of
virtue
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