Catherine De Barra you've murdered my thinkingI gave you my heart, you left the thing stinkingI'd break from your spell if it weren't for my drinkingAnd the wind bites more bitter with each light of morningI envy the road, the ground you tread underI envy the wind, your hair riding overI envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers,I envy to murderous envy your lover'til the light shines on meI damn to hell every second you breatheI envy...Oh my Catherinefor your eyes smilingand your mouth singingwith time I'd have won youwith wile I'd have won youor your mouth singing

 

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