I have no need of skin, my love
This skin was never mine, but yours
My love
I have no need of things like dreams, my dear
Those dreams I had and found and lost, I am
Not interested in those
My love
I guess I never had to shake this off before, my God
I never had to shake the feeling that I'd lost, my love
I've lost
And now where should I stand, my dear?
With echoes and the winds against me, oh where?
My love
Should I be skinless and so dreamless and so... standing here
My love?
So standing here?
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