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The cold air is heavy, like a beast around my neck, |
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it's a terrible feeling, this regret. |
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There's a knot in my belly, reminding me I've sinned, |
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this gift keeps on giving, til the end. |
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Bury your heart with this guilt and regret, |
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it's the surest way there is to kill a man. |
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Bury your love with this shame and contempt, |
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it's the surest way there is to kill a man. |
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There's a note on the levy, the flood is rushing in, |
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it's a terrible feeling, this presents. |
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This boat isn't steady, the hole is caving in, |
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shame has no mercy, in the end. |
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Bury your heart with this guilt and regret, |
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it's the surest way there is to kill a man. |
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Bury your love with this shame and contempt, |
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it's the surest way there is to kill a man. |
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I'm thinkin', over thinkin', over thinkin', |
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over thinkin' I'm thinkin', over thinkin', over thinkin', |
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over thinkin' I'm thinkin', over thinkin', over thinkin', |
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over thinkin', I'm thinkin', over thinkin', over thinkin' |
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over thinkin' |
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Bury your heart with this guilt and regret, |
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it's the surest way there is to kill a man. |
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bury your love with this shame and contempt, |
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it's the surest way there is to kill a man. |
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It's the surest way there is to kill a man. |
