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And though the solitudes have won, |
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I cannot begin to crave you. |
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Please spring us, |
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Madeline, from these rusted jails of lust we live in; |
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I'm living in... |
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I will find you, |
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Lord, in the classified loves of three good women. |
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You are familiar with these terms, |
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I trust. Don't you mind |
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Our children go unseen to us. |
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The popular singers, they're mean to us. |
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You'll find: |
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There's joy in being barred from the temple, |
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Barred from the temple, |
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Barred from the temple. |
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There's joy in being barred from the temple, |
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Barred from the temple, |
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Barred from the temple. |
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And, though the grace is singing our praise in countless catchy ways, |
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Escape from what could only be the soil and dirts of freedom's all |
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I'm thinking of. |
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I will fund you, |
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Lord, through the classified loves of three good women. |
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You are familiar with these terms, |
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I trust. Don't you find such freedoms go unseen to us |
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The popular singers, |
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They'll sing to us in time |
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Of joys and being barred from the temple... |
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And, though the solitudes have won, |
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I cannot begin to crave you. |
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Please spring us, |
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Madeline, from these dusty tales of lust we live in; |
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I'm giving in. |
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I will find you, |
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Lord, in the calcified loves of three good women. |
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You are familiar with these terms, |
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I trust. Don't you mind |
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Our children go unseen to us. |
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The popular singers they'll sing to us. |
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There's joy in being barred from the temple, |
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Barred from the temple, |
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Barred from the temple. |
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There's joy in being barred from the temple, |
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Barred from the temple, |
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Barred from the temple. |
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There's joy in being... |