Which Witch

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And it’s my whole heart
Weighed and measured inside
And it’s an old scar
Trying to bleach it out
And it’s my whole heart
Deemed and delivered a crime
I’m on trial, waiting ’til the beat comes out
I’m on trial, waiting ’til the beat comes out

Who’s a heretic now? Am I making sense? How can you make it stick?
Waiting ’til the beat comes out
Who’s a heretic, child?
Can you make it stick, now that I’m on trial
Waiting ’til the beat comes out

I’m miles away, he’s on my mind
I’m getting tired of crawling all the way
I’ve had enough, it’s obvious
And I’m getting tired of crawling all the way
Crawling all the way
Crawling all the way

I’m not beat up by this yet
You can’t tell me to regret
Been in the dark since the day we met
Fire, help me to forget
And it’s my whole heart

While tried and tested, it’s mine
And it’s my whole heart
Trying to bleach it out
And it’s my whole heart
Burned but not buried this time
I’m on trial, waiting ’til the beat comes out
I’m on trial, waiting ’til the beat comes out
Ooo…

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Florence + The Machine