[00:00.00] 作曲 : Patrick Stickles
[00:01.00] 作词 : Patrick Stickles
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[00:07.30]Why do you do the things you've done
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[00:12.20]And how dumb would you have to be
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[00:16.85]To do them again like I know you're going to
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[00:26.46]If you're the poet you say you are and beauty's in everything you see
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[00:35.93]Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you
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[00:45.13]Because when there's suffering you're there
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[00:50.48]From southern trees you hang them in the air
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[00:55.12]The world screams out in agony and you don't care
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[01:04.17]But should the shit hit the fan
[01:07.10]I just pray you will not be spared
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[01:12.81]F**k you
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[01:26.66]You took a heart with so much room for love
[01:29.44]And filled it with hatred and rage
[01:32.40]Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die
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[01:38.73]People will tell you that if you don't love your neighbor
[01:42.29]Then you don't love god
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[01:44.49]But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes
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[01:50.17]Now the way we hold each other so tight
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[01:53.28]Would look more like a noose if held up to the light
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[01:56.48]Because we betray each other in dreams every night
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[02:02.45]Now let's never speak of it again all right
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[02:11.52]All right
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[04:56.29]Even now I curse the day and yet I think
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[04:59.11]Few come within the compass of my curse
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[05:02.43]Wherein I did not some notorious ill
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[05:05.37]As kill a man or else devise his death
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[05:08.99]Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it
[05:11.99]Accuse some innocent and forswear myself
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[05:14.82]Set deadly enmity between two friends
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[05:17.87]Make poor men's cattle break their necks
[05:20.29]Set fire on barns and hay stacks in the night
[05:23.95]And bid the owners quench them with their tears
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[05:26.66]Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves
[05:29.74]And set them upright at their dear friends' doors
[05:32.58]Even when their sorrows almost were forgot
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[05:35.17]And on their skins as on the bark of trees
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[05:38.86]Have with my knife carved in roman letters
[05:41.32]Let not your sorrow die though I am dead
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[05:45.16]Tut I have done a thousand dreadful things
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[05:47.72]As willingly as one would kill a fly
[05:50.36]And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
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[05:52.75]But that I cannot do ten thousand more