Beloved

Words and music by Seth Warren

Division I make your pretty things, no sacrifice is doubted
I’d like to think that you could never live without and
Four months, now tightening, you’re screwing with my head
I play so faithfully, demands need to be met

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And I make a jilted cry
As you stared at me four hours and a day
Did you dare to walk inside
My one beloved?

If all these pretty things come crashing down and shatter
My love left dying here, where shall the ashes scatter
Your light grows dimmer now, they can’t bring your return
I long for phantom days when you more brightly burned

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