All of her life was on the run
She never saw the same sun
Another town of evil men
And pretty mouths with poison pens
And then there's me, well, I'm pretty nice
On her advice, I set her free
Into the wild, kiss her goodbye
Oh, kiss her good, make it last
'Cause your the past, praise
Now she's transformed into praise
The highest form of praise, haze
Outside the warm through, sun and storm, her purple form
But that's just her, that's not you
That's not me, now we're patagones
We need our love, we need our sins
Our periods and our Berlins
And I'll forget her name
And I'll forget her face
Although we have no shame
Although we have some grace
We won't leave a trace, praise
Now she's transformed into praise
The highest form of praise, haze
Outside the warm, through sun and storm, her purple form

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