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Delayed in the headlong |
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Resembled to breaking-point |
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I swear you never slept at night |
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when the growing is slow. |
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After me I'm no man's son |
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run out of recognize. |
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The blood of our |
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split back without his prisoner |
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the distance rigged in his eyes |
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Rock of cast-offs |
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bury me |
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hide my soul |
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and sink us free. |
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Rock of cast offs |
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bury me |
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hide my soul |
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and pray us free. |
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From the host of late-comers |
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a miracle enters the streets |
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shining with rain |
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he is shaking to wash |
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the murder away. |
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The shadow of the son |
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made the son a shadow |
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it's never night when I die. |
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That desert clouds under |
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and so Lord lightens |
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sleepers wait there |
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with wounds in their sides. |
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In the strength of the crime |
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you sing like a stranger |
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and your failure fulfills |
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your most secret defeat. |
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After me I'm no man's son |
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run out of recognize. |
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A life of it's own |
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lays down the horizon |
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the distance rigged in it's eyes |
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Rock of cast-offs |
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bury me |
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hide my soul |
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and sink us free. |
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Rock of cast offs |
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bury me |
|
hide my soul |
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and pray us free. |
