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[ti:The Father, The Son, and the Harlot's Ghost] |
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[ar:Matt Duke] |
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[al:Kingdom Underground] |
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So under this tree |
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Far away from church and state it's just you and me |
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There's no need to watch our backs |
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We'll just simply be |
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Kiss me, Honey, sweetly with our eyes closed |
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Words like a knife |
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Cut my father's throat and he is seething in spite |
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Threatenin' my poor mother so she kneels every night |
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To a prized God divided in the fight |
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O' sweet thing, bombs away! |
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And I'll say |
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To you I leave a pox upon this awful place |
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And for you I bleed |
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So string up my girl |
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Deviant and faithless and a bane to your world |
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Malintent with ignorance it's all so absurd |
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Worthless and you're worth it all the same (the same...) |
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I starve in my cell |
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Man is bound in shackles between heaven and hell |
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Whether it's worth dying for is too soon to tell |
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Bloody mouthed and screaming out a name (a name, a name...) |
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O' sweet thing, bombs away! |
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And I'll say |
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To you I leave a pox upon this awful place |
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And for you I bleed, but every drop was such a waste and |
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O' sweet thing, bombs away! |
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And I'll say |
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To you I leave a pox upon this awful place |
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And for you I bleed |
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There was nothing left |
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when you bred contempt in a shit town |
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turning your acts into killers |
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So far gone |
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Oh Holy Father, I bit my tongue |
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But Your good word's turning your saints into sinners |
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So far gone, oh |
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So under this tree |
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We grew roots and branches kept a hope that our leaves |
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They will turn through seasons and then fall to the feet |
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Of the children that came after us in Spring (in Spring...) |
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O' sweet thing, bombs away! |
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And I'll say |
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To you I leave a pox upon this awful place |
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And for you I bleed, but every drop was such a waste and |
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O' sweet thing, bombs away! |
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And I'll say |
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To you I leave a pox upon this awful place |
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And for you I bleed |
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So under this tree |
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Far away from church and state it's just you and me |
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There's no need to watch our backs |
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We'll just simply be |
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Kiss me, Honey, sweetly with our eyes closed |
