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There's the crime of passion |
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And the crime of revenge |
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But the worst crime of all |
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Is the crime of regret |
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Speak of the devil |
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And the devil may speak of you |
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Why can we |
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Let sleeping dogs die |
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Deep, it cuts deep |
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And the affection it grows |
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And heaven only knows |
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What you were to earth |
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And the giving birth |
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To the giving rounds of judgement |
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And by fact of reason you accuse of treason |
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Claim betrayal to the Holy Ghost |
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Of the sacred past |
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Its fading fast and forever |
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You took my hand |
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And turned it over |
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Why cant we let sleeping dogs die |
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No devil so dark |
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As the devil I knew |
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There's no love lost |
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And no reason why |
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Talk, of faith you talk |
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But you were the one |
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{Intents I'm stunned} |
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You took my glory and pride |
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Sanctity defied |
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And you never knew |
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What the gods could bring |
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By playing the game |
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Of whose to blame |
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It gets harder all the time |
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To put my trust in you |
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So Reverend please, |
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Let sleeping dogs die |
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Let sleeping dogs die |
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Let sleeping dogs die |
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(repeat) |
