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POLISHEDIt's time I put the elementry side of me to bedFor my will has been marked, shared, and readbut you can bury my whole bodybut leave my right hand to meWhoever wrote this confession downAs delayed as it may beThis mirror is more than chromeSoon enough you'll be no more than stoneand darling please be my ownFor I will build you up bone by boneBut yours they're polished and stoic, encasedDecensed,braced, and tightened. They are fake (so what thehell does that say of your grace?)And I'm not sure that you have ever been (in any placethat proves your innocense)I don't have a thing to prove to Charlotte until Spring.This mirror is more than chromeSoon enough you'll be no more than stoneAnd darling please be my ownFor I will build you up bone by bone. Aus Songtexte Mania