Taurus
He's a prick
He's a beautiful dancer
He's a rose outside in the rain
He was love, he was light, he was younger
But he'll never be the same again
He was crass, he was shy, what a leader
He was torn from the night to the day
He was troubled as all men should be
And we were born on the very same day
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How to sweep the storm into the sea
You were home still
And we were hopeful, so broken and docile (x4)
How to be the perfect coloured
Window
How to sweep the storm into the sea