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for your thigh
You were always the fastest
Not this time
My muse is dead
Felled by her own conceit
My muse is dead
So on to a new pastiche
The dust was

make more
To my last breath, I'm blessed
I'm brave to the core
Bread the destroy
Living and you'll die by the sword
Have no remorse
Looking in myself for

Said you don’t need my love
Can’t you make it on your own?

you are so confused
hang me on your muse
you are so confused
hang me on your muse

Slammed

a ruse?
From the Muse

For I will fall
And I will rise
Beguiled by your lullabies
Plunge in water ever deep
Lay the roses at your feet
So I'll concede

their muse on sick leave?

Was it a missed connection?
Was it poor reception?
Was their muse on sick leave?

For the priceless piece they'll pay their

own muse baby

If you ask bout me all I can say is I'm confusing
Every single breath I take is used to make some music
Know I'll be dead when I don't

She told me my voice is poetic
I told her her vibe was magnetic
Our energy it ain't synthetic
Baby girl she a muse an aesthetic
She told me my voice

am So brand new
I can't choose when it comes to you
Girl you ghat no clue about the things you do
How you make me feel
You're my muse
Make me dance

muse
When the sun shines
You know I’m dreaming of you

How could I try to start it a new
Without her by my side?
The way that I live, know I’m bound

I hope you were amused by the Muse
That floated out through me
I hope the Muse amused you
As It floated out through me
I didn't see the Muse
I didn't

I'm your favorite worn out road
That you sped down when the waters rose
I'm your thorn
Your overdose

Side by side, we looked at the moon
I was only

the way that she move ah
Rockin’ with anyone to get loose, but lately I been her muse
I been chasing dollars, seems that’s all I ever need
Once I get it

Niedaleko młyna rośnie jarzębina
Trzeba by ja wyrąbać

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo ocka corne
Ale mi ją nie kcą dać

Jest tam dziewce śwarne
Co mo

song
Song all along
Along we belong
Belong and strong
You're my guide
Guide by my side
Side where I confide
Confide with pride
Lara you're my muse
Muse I

at night

You were my muse now you're nothing more
Than a couple of lyrics to settle a score

I'm alright alright
Sing this song I know I was right

Pretty

the one boo

Yeah we broke up
And I have to grieving to do
Because you’re a curse in disguise
What a blessing
I had to become my own muse
I had to become my

else

I'm hanging by a thread, hanging
And I'm asking for a hand, asking
But I'm only needed when it's good for them

I can't be your muse
If the only

I was doing
I was in and out the muse smelling like a pound or 2
I was fucked up by my doley, I was living in the streets
I was down and I was stuck

Can you meet me at the top
Right by the city view
I want to show you all the tricks that I can do
Can you meet me at the top
Right by the city view

Now it's getting louder
Time and time and again I
Broke down
Fooled by the wind
I'm just as bad as you

So maybe I'm a masochist
I'm delicate
I found

you're my muse
Now I'm feeling useless
Guess it isn't breaking news that
Every song's inspired by you
Every song's inspired by you
Every song's inspired by

of you
You are the muse
To an idle fool
You're far away
But not at all
You're in my mind
Right by the pool
When time runs slow
I think of you
You are

. 

Music, music, music . . . of the Muse.

Words and Music by Kari Tieger AKA Karen Brennan
Copyright 2004 ASCAP, Vox Tigris Publishing

the one who is touched by the grace of your magic spell

Alight! You will be reborn from your own ashes
Alive! I'll be your muse eternally
Alight! You will