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In the life of the wrong a love lingered on, |
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Love lingered on to frustration. |
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And if our love is so wrong, what should we do alone? |
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Or am I just a picture in a photograph? |
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Why are we stuck in this pantomime fearing a god who died? |
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One who would not deny lovers? |
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And I don't care what they say, if what you need is your faith, |
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Then take a look at my face and know |
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That till your rapture falls to pieces |
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Until your rapture falls to pieces |
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Find in me the room to breathe, |
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Simple things like suffering |
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Life had gone this way |
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Life is gone this way |
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Still in the life of the wrong we all moved along |
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Another life evolved to gestation |
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And so she made her way with the mistake we made |
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But she was still a picture from a photograph |
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So she walked in the baby's room |
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Knowing what she should do leaves me in |
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Absolute horror |
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She put her hands on its lips and gave it |
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One last kiss |
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And sang some tune that went |
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Until your rapture falls to pieces |
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Till your rapture falls to pieces |
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Find in me, the room to breathe, |
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Simple things like suffering |
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And I would and I would destroy your god |
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Yes I would if I could destroy your god |
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Because you're born again |
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Until you're worn again, |
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Until your rapture falls to pieces |
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Till your rapture falls to pieces |
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Find in me the room to breathe, |
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Sinful things are suffering |
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Till your rapture falls to pieces |
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Till your rapture falls to pieces |
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But, this must be, then burn with me |
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Anything |
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Just don't leave |
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So find in me room to breathe |
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Sinful things like suffering |
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Till your rapture falls to pieces |
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She swore she heard the voice of Jesus |
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Telling her it was wrong to keep it |
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And one more thing, it looked like me |
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Back when it breathed |
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Rest in peace |
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Until the rapture comes to meet us |