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You were dead |
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By the time that I had found you |
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Your blood was spilled |
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On the couch where we had first kissed |
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So I carried you west |
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To the sea so I could wash you |
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Your body felt just like a back pack |
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And I don't know |
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What they did to your face |
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And I don't like it |
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You lived large |
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Til the day they finally caught you |
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They cut out your tongue so you would not scream |
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When you came to |
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And you pissed blood |
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And then they chained you up |
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When you turned blue |
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Your body felt just like a T-shirt |
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And I wanna build a tower |
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To all the nicer things you could have been |
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But I don't like it |
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*Ahhs* |
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You were dead |
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By the time that I had found you |
