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And roses do not grow, into your backyard pottery,
and elements won’t show, what their strength is all about.
Must be a venom on their leaves, and venom sucks ’em dry,
all roses will turn into dust, you can hear the garden cry.
An empty crib stays empty,
the cradle won’t rock at all.
The firstborn he won’t come at all,
the firstborn won’t rise at all.
And a house becomes a ruin, the paint starts flaking off,
and there is no one around, for you to reach a helping hand.
They all turned their back on you and fled,
a household becomes a mess,
you got an issue slowly tightening up,
like a rope around your neck.
An empty crib stays empty,
the cradle won’t rock at all.
The firstborn he won’t come at all,
the firstborn won’t rise at all.
The firstborn he won’t come at all,
the firstborn he won’t rise at all.
Oh Inanna Why? Why oh why did you forsaken those?
Those who reap thorns instead of roses.
Oh Inanna Why? Why oh why did you forsaken those?
Single moms without progeny.
Oh Inanna Why? Why oh why did you forsaken those?
Those who worship you the most.
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Inanna,
released January 22, 2016
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