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Speak softly, |
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My sweet |
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Tell me what you're thinking |
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Let the words fall free |
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Indifferent to their meaning |
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or consequence |
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Cause tonight, I'm a priest |
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Shrouded in your quilt |
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And you will see |
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truth in me |
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So fucking say something |
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We could just lie here |
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like two corpses |
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side by side, |
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buried in this bed |
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with just the sound of our rotting bodies |
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and the kids in the street |
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cursing 'til their tongues bleed |
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Are you tired? |
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'Cause I'm wide awake |
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Are you tired? |
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'Cause I'm wide awake (fucking say something) |
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Are you tired? |
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'Cause I'm wide awake |
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Are you tired? |
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'Cause I'm wide awake |
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Are you tired? |
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'Cause I'm wide awake |
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Are you tired? |
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'Cause I'm wide awake |
