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Down here underneath the microscope,

 it's hard to cope.

don't hide your face in your hands,

'cause if your eyes play tricks,

 it's outta my control.

 it's gonna be a long cold winter.

 the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child

if you don't love me, well, don't shove me

out into the dark

without a flashlight or a spark.

any stitches cling like bitches to my arms

for all my charms.

it's gonna be a crooked little winter

the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child

 she's walking home

 to the devil's flowers.

 the broken bones

 of heavy hours.

 we stayed out late,

 it's a lighthouse trait.

 and we'll take our time Time

You can figure the little picking bits out for yourself, there not hard just played

around the Chord