Bag Lady - Manic Street Preachers

I am not dead
I demand
I know my rights,
I know my rights
You cover illness with flowers
and flowers die and flowers die

Walking I feel
I follow mirrors that
Make sense to me,
Make sense of me
Never let your self out
I did, it ruined me
It ruined me

To be morally good
Are we ready to love?
A devil pretending to be a god
Love's written on paper, and paper burns
Eternity is not sunrise

Walking I feel
I follow mirrors that
Make sense to me,
Make sense of me
Never let your self out
I did, it ruined me
It ruined me

To be morally good
Are we ready to love?
A devil pretending to be a god
Love's written on paper, and paper burns
Eternity is not a sunrise

To be morally good
Are we ready to love?
A devil pretending to be a god
Love's written on paper, and paper burns
Eternity is not a sunrise

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