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Under blackberry streams and waterfalls |
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hide away in the ruins of your cowardly past |
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doomed to walk the earth in solitude for eternity |
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this pain of your own making |
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but you want somebody else to hurt |
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it's you who is to blame |
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and you who refused to see the pain you caused |
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and your ugliness, and the ugliness... |
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and beauty... |
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In your black heart you honour |
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yourself like some kind of king |
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you talk of passion but no compassion |
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you've had so many chances |
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and now there are no more |
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I hated you with all my heart |
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but I knew the conforter would |
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come and play his part |
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and I will have my vengeance |
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Run to the sea, build a house of shells and sand |
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paint it pink live off the land |
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what is this melancholy of the sea? |
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I know it well it stays with me |
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this memory will always be a part of me |
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I tried so hard to protect him from you |
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but the law protected you |
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and now you are forever embedded in this song |
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and there's nothing that you can do |
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The time will come to honour yourself no more |
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I really couldn't say if god will give you a last chance |
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through the backdoor |
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like Maximus to Commodus I will be the one |
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to push the blade to your throat then my work is done |
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why could you just not change? |
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Run to the sea, build a house of shells and sand |
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paint it pink live off the land |
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what is this melancholy of the sea? |
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I know it well it stays with me |
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this memory will always be a part of me |