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To be saved and to be lost |
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In the same breath |
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And to teach obedience still |
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No flesh so perfect |
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To ever find rest |
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Behind your temper's will |
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There's always some fear in love |
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There's always an ax above |
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No need to shoo flies |
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Nothing but mockery |
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Is what you inflamed in me |
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No need for further lies |
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Have you learned to walk only to run? |
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How is a man to remain silent |
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In face of this |
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Prudent in face of this? |
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Have you learned to touch only to hurt? |
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How is a man to remain silent |
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In face of this |
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Prudent in face of this? |
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Our courage wants to laugh |
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Our anger wants to sing |
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So let him who writes these songs |
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In blood |
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Let him be without sin |
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There's always some fear in love |
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There's always an ax above |
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No need to shoo flies |
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Nothing but mockery |
|
Is what you inflamed in me |
|
No need for further lies |
|
Have you learned to walk only to run? |
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How is a man to remain silent |
|
In face of this |
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Prudent in face of this? |
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Have you learned to touch only to hurt? |
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How is a man to remain silent |
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In face of this |
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Prudent in face of this? |
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Hold, hold, ... |
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Spit on each new idol |
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Don't you follow me |
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Burn down each new altar |
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Don't you believe in me |
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There's always some fear in love |
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There's always an ax above |
|
No need to shoo flies |
|
Nothing but mockery |
|
Is what you inflamed in me |
|
No need for further lies |
|
Have you learned to walk only to run? |
|
How is a man to remain silent |
|
In face of this |
|
Prudent in face of this? |
|
Have you learned to touch only to hurt? |
|
How is a man to remain silent |
|
In face of this |
|
Prudent in face of this? |