Lover's Curse from Lonesome Loon by Faux Fawn

Son, stay, stay where you stand
Don’t march, don’t join in hands
They are weak, and oh how they tire
Young ambitions, they always expire

Oh, how our dreams die
Oh, how it’s no surprise

I was like you once, quick to believe
Gave my body at a lover’s plea
All her sorrows, I took them in
Fought her battles, absolved her of her sins

Though at morn, I’d sadly wake
To find her missing from where we’d lay
Soon that spirit I’d come to know
Was no more than a vagrant ghost

Oh, how our dreams die
Oh, how it’s no surprise

I served my sentence, or so it seemed
Tried to drown her, with a bottle and a wheel
But the fates, too cruel to cry
Stole my legs, instead of my life

Once a soldier at the heart’s command
Now a cripple in a foreign land
Take this wisdom, for what it’s worth
Don’t fall to the lover’s curse
Take this wisdom, for what it’s worth
Don’t fall... to the lover’s curse

Oh, how our dreams die
Oh, how it’s no surprise

Oh, how our dreams die
Oh, how it’s no surprise

• Alt-Folk
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• Chamber-Folk
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• Madison
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