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A sense of peace was falling on the universal night |
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And it gave me a pause to reason why I live |
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To never cease the calling of the consequential right |
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And it gave me cause and reason why they give |
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The first thing I remember was the shadow 'cross my heart |
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And they matched the beauty hidden in their soul |
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The next was 'cross the universe, as it came apart |
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And the sum of the parts became whole |
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Stalking and hunting, profession in blood |
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Working the night to a throne |
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Chalking an outline, experience must |
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Invisible, never alone |
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I can take you anywhere |
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Take all that you give |
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I can free you from despair |
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Killing just to live |
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Live to kill |
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Kill to live |
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Killing for a living, killing just to live |
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I looked across the answers, though questions didn't exist |
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And found that I was never alone |
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We cut away the cancer and continued to resist |
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But the outcome of the night remained unknown |
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The next thing I remember were the years across my face |
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And they matched only the beauty of scars |
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The next was 'cross the universe into time and space |
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And to know together, we'd have to go too far |
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Bleeding a nation, casualty time |
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Breaking the back of the core |
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Promised salvation, a casual crime |
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Feeding and ****ing the whore |
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Make my living on borrowed time |
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I make the clock stand still |
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Keep my hands 'round what is mine |
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Living just to kill |
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Live to kill |
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Kill to live |
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C'mon, now, kill a little kindness, give the worst of your best |
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C'mon, now, and shake a little madness, put the dead to rest |
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I can give you reasons, 2-5 to the bone |
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They can give you all you ever wanted |
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When you're far away from home |
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C'mon, now, kill a little kindness, give the worst of your best |
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C'mon, now, and shake a little madness, put the dead to rest |
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So as the plot will thicken and time is not a friend |
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The blessing comes but one in a life |
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Across the crowded universe that hastens to an end |
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Through memories of one time in a night |
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And what will I remember through the by and by |
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To have and hold and turn about the chill |
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That this was not the pause to die |
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But to live to kill |