But the lining's silk silver
[J'ai deux amours]
On the back of his head
He had another face
Was it a woman's face
or a young girl?
They said to remove it would kill him
So poor Edward was doomed
The face could laugh and cry
It was his devil twin
And at night she spoke to him
of things heard only in hell
They were impossible to separate,
chained together for life.
Finally the bell tolled his doom:
He took a suite of rooms
And hung himself and her
From the balcony irons.
Some still believe he was freed from her...
But I knew her too well.
I'd say she drove him to suicide
and took poor edward to hell.
[T. Waits / K. Brennan]
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