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Hope is a human, a wise undoing
Says “you'll get through this, baby”
I've been crying to laugh these days
Hope's got a gentle gaze, and she's been painting me
In new light; a blessed child
A body wild and free
A figure fit to carry me

I stand her last disciple
Unfit to cycle through the throes of loving someone
So when I least expect it
Hope and her gentleness sneak up behind me
Stand in moonlight, yells back "the water's fine"
Her body wild and free; a figure fit to carry me

Yes hope's the whore I go to
She walks me through it all
Wise cracks and smacks me down
Right to the bed that I had lain there with you
Screws her own gentleness and leaves me wide eyed, guessing
For she's a sworn off angel
In all her carelessness she'll leave you blistering
And high, as if recycled
A faithful know it all; a creature basking in the

New light; a blessed child
A body wild and free; a figure fit to carry me


Yes, hope sure is a human
She's warm and glistening, I climb into her skin
See in light a blessed child, a body wild and free
A figure fit to carry me

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