II.Out here the good girls die
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
(The boy with the thorn in his side - The Smiths)
You were our golden child
But the gentle and the mild
Inherit the earth, while
Your prince's crown
Cracks and falls down
Your castle hollow and cold
You've wandered so far
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