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No truer plea has ever been, |
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Than what, through David, we have seen. |
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His turn from a life of frustration |
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To embrace love's condemnation. |
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Better to let love lie |
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Than have to see it die. |
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It's better to be alone |
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Than feel your heart turn to stone. |
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The flower grows just for the seed |
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As the honey's song composes the bee. |
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Shouldn't a free man's soul rise |
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Above these ravenous designs of love? |
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Better to be born blind |
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Than see and then lose sight. |
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Better a desolate peace |
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Than to fight with your memories. |
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So take my heart to your grave, |
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It just pumps cold blood through my veins. |
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I lost it all in fate's cruel game. |
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Only the devil remembers my name. |
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Only a foolish heart concedes to fate |
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And the trials and turns that it dictates. |
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The only love that will never die |
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Is the love you always deny. |
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Like a barb it clings, |
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The loss forever stings, |
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The pain will never leave, |
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Love is a cruel disease. |
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Like a wick that holds to the flame, |
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The path you took to her started the blaze. |
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The match you made is to blame, |
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The steps to love and death were the same. |
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Now that you've loved and lost, |
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Would you repay the cost? A price so severe, |
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If you had never loved her she'd be here. |
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So take my heart to your grave, |
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It just pumps cold blood through my veins. |
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I lost it all in fate's cruel game. |
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Only the devil remembers my name. |
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