Is it the shadow in my voice?
Oh, I can barely form a sigh
Is it the music that I make?
Is it the sadness in my eyes?
You put me in position
As it tells you in the book
But I'm a separate chapter
You cannot look it up

My mother had a crying boy
Hung up over the fire
I could not bear to see him
I would not meet his eye
I think that's why I'm like this
The tears they never cease
And yet you never see them
I keep them all in me

I have broken into France
I have stolen into Spain
I've been thrown out of Italy
And I'll be thrown out again
The Dutch never liked me much
And Germany the same
I poisoned half the Western World
But it never bought me fame

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