You bruise beautifully baby.
Rainbows line your skin
Under the darkest of skies, the fullest of moons
Is there gold at the end you think?
You bruise beautifully baby.
Every cloud has a silver lining
A bit of colour in a world of black and blue
See? You do it without even trying.
You bruise beautifully baby.
Wipe the tears from your eyes, because
at least you bruise beautifully baby.
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