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Bring me my wine |
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And the head of the world |
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I will drink to her demise |
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The subtle art |
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Of decapitation |
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The perfect irony of such an end |
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Bring me the flesh |
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Of your sin and repentance |
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Display the worlds delights |
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This last meal |
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My righteous friend |
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I serve Thee cold |
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Now lift your cup in celebration |
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Indulge your lips |
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I do insist |
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Drink up drink up |
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Long ago |
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I grew deaf |
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To the echoes of my footsteps |
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Long ago |
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I grew blind |
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To the world through your eyes |
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I overcame |
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The bleak destiny |
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Of your lead-filled convictions |
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I prevailed |
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And now I soar relentlessly |
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Beyond the north |
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In my ascension I scorn the eye of envy |
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And he who flies is hated most of all |
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I celebrate the distance |
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Over which you spill your grief |
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By your belief you waste your tears |
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On a liar and a thief |
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"How could you ever be just towards me? |
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I choose your injustice as my portion" |
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Now for the grand finale |
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You will be protagonist |
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This tragedy you did inspire |
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Crucifixion with a twist |
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Bring me my wine |
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And the head of the world |
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I will drink to her demise |
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For this last meal |
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My righteous friend |
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I serve Thee cold |