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In you I was invited |
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So in your arms |
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I'll die Every other man got away |
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But I won't even try |
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Twenty coins in your pocket |
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Twenty nails in your coffin |
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With faith and salvation |
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Oh you must be joking |
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Now the moon has a watchful eye |
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And it bleeds in the sky |
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And the red rock drips on rocket ships |
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And you hid your eyes cause you just couldn't take it |
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Years of delusion put scars on your face |
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And we'd make the earth quake |
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With every step that we'd take |
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You're hung on your mission |
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Of destroying your vision |
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Constricted and timid you're a time bomb ticking |
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All the heavens in the clouds |
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Are a pendelum swinging down |
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So hurry up young man |
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Go and bury your head |
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And know no one's around right now to water the ground |
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Hey big daddy what's on your mind? |
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All the things that you're thinking of |
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All the time |
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Is it heresy to speak of |
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Or an undying love? |
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If you told me it wouldn't change me |
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You said you'd act boldly |
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But your hesitating |
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Now I'll escape and |
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I'll never come back around |
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Well you won't learn nothing |
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Until you bend down and taste the ground |
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Taste the ground |
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All the colors, grey |
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In your head made of hay |
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Won't you take me now? |
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For the hearst will stop |
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Then the flesh will rot |
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And the blood moon we see is an act |
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It's an act of god |
