It's all just attachment theory
The stresses and strains
And the colours run down the drains
We've washed ourselves clean
In the new green machine
But I still cannot wash out the stain
I mean
The blood spot
of a murder scene
In which we killed our love
Got away clean?
Scot-free
Neither
lest the bonds of guilt
Struggle to hold the mermaid
As she tries to leave the sea
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