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whispered alone |
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the song of an angel |
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echoes of a fallen tear |
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frayed by the wind |
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a weed by a willow |
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withered and yellow |
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she lays her head to die |
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lays to die |
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reading the script |
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of the play that we lead |
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christ I'd die again |
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o' if I could save you now |
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you knew this had to come |
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spare me the sacrilege |
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this play had brought upon us |
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lay in my dying hour |
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it feels like I'm |
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falling, falling |
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flying, tripping |
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this crown of kings |
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this bloody halo bleeds me dry |
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hear me cry |
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as in the script |
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of the play that we lead |
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so I rise again |
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much stronger than before |
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a child sacrifice |
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let me lay down this bloody cross |
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we've dragged so far behind us |
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and close this theatre now |
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weaping over this crooked cross |
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lying face down in the blood of saints |
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just write me out of this play |
