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She sings songs through her lips of honey
The notes that drip drip drip
Down to her chin and to the microphone
Draw eyes to the glitter and glare
Of her magic, her danger

She sings silence through her lips of venom
The spaces and gaps in the air
That spill from her dark grey eyes
Make faces look away, far far away
From her magic, her danger

She sings songs and silence
On and on and on
(No one likes the quiet)