A poetic genius, is something I don't see. Why would a genius be trippin on me? And he's looking at me now. Why he can't see is that I'm looking through his eyes. So many lies behind his eyes. And tell me stories from your past. Sing me songs you wrote before. I tell you this my Poison Prince, You'll soon be knocking on Heaven's door.
-Amy Macdonald, Poison Prince.
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