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There is no more than this |
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Of me that I can give to you |
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I'll take your idle threats and I will see them through |
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Lead me to the water, hold me under |
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Take your chance, give it your all |
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Bleed me dry and so we cried before we fall |
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After all this empty dark I feel the truce is wrong |
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And there is some small part of me |
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Then in its place I will become |
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Bury me deep beneath the city walls |
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You washed all that's good in me |
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From the hills, into the sea |
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And there is nowhere I would rather be |
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I turn to dust beneath your feet |
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Lead me to the water, hold me under |
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Take your chance, give it your all |
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Bleed me dry and so we cried before we fall |
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Bury me deep beneath the city walls |
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You washed all that's good in me |
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From the hills, into the sea |
