The Trigger Code - The Fugitive Kind

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I asked the lady for sun, she gave me nothing but rain
I asked the lady to run, she cursed and told me to stay
I asked the lady to die, she kissed the reapers face
You are the fugitive kind
Oh…
I asked the lady to fly and so she crawled on the ground
I asked the lady cry and she burned my tears out
I asked her why oh why, she gave me a thousand more doubts
You are the fugitive kind
«Wild things leave skins behind them, clean skin, teeth and white bones
These are things passed one to another, so the fugitive kind can follow their
kind» and.