Tell your Cleopatra to keep it down.
Build her walls tall and act weak.
Cover everything but her mouth
and make her speak
make her breathe.
She carries your screams in her lungs.
She carries your breath in her fire tomb
there’s one flower left there’s one
flower left there’s one
leaf left it left a mark it left
a mark now she’s in love with you.
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