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The Lesser Bilby is a project by myself, Alex L'Estrange, and any other audible noise from beyond my room. SO LITTLE BILBIES, SO MUCH TIME!

Iago

He thought he'd listen in, and he knows where you've been, 'cause Iago is a curse by a door
Now we should elope, in a vigilant scope, 'cause your father is apposed to the Moor

Look to the sky, a nursery rhyme, why can't you paint me white, same as your diamond eyes
They'll never see, and torture me, here wont you take this rag, proof that I am your man

If the saints had my back, just a misplaced rag, and the culprit would fall from the throne
But sirens were false, pent-up jealously engrossed, and his fire consumed our soul

Look to the sky, a nursery rhyme, why can't you paint me white, same as your diamond eyes
They'll never see, and torture me, here wont you take this rag, proof that I am your man

Remember us as a soldier, and suffocated lover

Don't blame me

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