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Deep into the flesh the arrows cut |
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From the hope of the hunter's bow |
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Wounded we fall |
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With bleeding hearts we crawl |
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Taking shelter from the arrows |
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Cut the trembling flesh |
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And don't let the tears tame you |
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Rip your arrows out |
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And make them cut deeper |
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Crush my mouth, for it still sings praises to you |
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Run the blood out from my throat |
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For I'm still your's |
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"And the hope will die |
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When the curtains fall |
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And silence the pain" |
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We drink from the well |
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The well of poisoned hope |
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Until the water will burn |
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All pure hearts away |
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Keep your eyes on the wounds |
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Those rivers will run dry soon |
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Will it leave you wanting more |
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The taste of flesh that bleeds in your honour |
