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Hunter, I'm laid out on the forest floor |
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Arrows in my back and sides |
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Down among the leaves and stones |
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You can wear my skin as armor |
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You can eat my flesh and bones |
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Leave nothing that is needed |
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All I have is yours |
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And I'll give myself up to your sharpened edges |
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I no longer cling to my life |
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Yes, I'm finally giving in |
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Teeth and hate end our relationship |
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Of course it's said, but that's the way it is |
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Your violence always wins the day |
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Yes, |
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Your violence wins |
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And I'll give myself up to your sharpened edges |
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I no longer cling to my life |
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Yes, I'm finally giving in |
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Oh, and you watch as the animals |
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Lay themselves |
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Down at your feet |
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A thousand bared teeth |
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A thousand bowed heads |
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Yes, they're begging you for |
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Death |
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The Hunter does us all a great service |
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And we've done so much to deserve it. |
