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labour - justine's mic lyrics

[verse 1]
why are you hanging on
so tight to that rope that i’m hanging from
off this island
this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan)
carefully timed it, so let me go
and dive into the waves below

[pre*chorus]
who tends the orchard?
who fixes up the gables?
emotional torture
from the head of your high table
who fetches the water
from the rocky mountain spring?
and i walk back down again
to feel your words and their sharp sting
and i’m getting f*cking tired

[chorus]
the capillaries in my eyes are bursting
if our love died, would that be the worst thing?
for somebody i thought was my savior
you sure makе me do a whole lot of labour
the callousеd skin on my hands is cracking
if our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
and the silence haunts our bedchamber
you make me do too much labour
[post*chorus]
(you make me do too much labour)

[verse 2]
apologies for my tongue
and never yours
busy lapping from flowing ups
and stabbing with your fork
i know you’re a smart man (i know you’re a smart man)
and weaponize the false incompetence
it’s dominance under a guise

[pre*chorus]
if i had a daughter
i’d watch and could not save her
the emotional torture
from the head of your high table
she’d do what you taught her
she’d meet the same cruel fate
so now i’ve gotta run so i can undo this mistake
at least i’ve gotta try

[chorus]
the capillaries in my eyes are bursting
if our love died, would that be the worst thing?
for somebody i thought was my savior
you sure make me do a whole lot of labour
the calloused skin on my hands is cracking
if our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
and the silence haunts our bedchamber
you make me do too much labour
[post*chorus]
(you make me do too much labour)

[bridge]
all day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
just an appendage, live to attend him
so that he never lifts a finger
twenty*four*seven baby machine
so he can live out his picket fence dreams
it’s not an act of love if you make her
you make me do too much labour

all day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
just an appendage, live to attend him
so that he never lifts a finger
twenty*four*seven baby machine
so he can live out his picket fence dreams
it’s not an act of love if you make her
you make me do too much labour

[chorus]
the capillaries in my eyes are bursting (all day, every day, therapist, mother, maid)
if our love died, would that be the worst thing? (nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant)
for somebody i thought was my savior (just an appendage, live to attend him)
you sure make me do a whole lot of labour (so that he never lifts a finger)
the calloused skin on my hands is cracking (twenty*four*seven baby machine)
if our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (so he can live out his picket fence dreams)
and the silence haunts our bedchamber (it’s not an act of love if you make her)
you make me do too much labour (you make me do too much labour)

- justines mic lyrics

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