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She's pouring brown gold |
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Into her veins |
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She lost her own way |
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Years ago |
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Her sister calls her |
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From the dark side of the night |
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And she falls with that call |
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It's the only way out |
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She tells me "I love you" |
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But it's only a game |
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So she slides through the silence |
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She's fixing her time |
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To fall back into darkness |
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Again with a smile |
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"Don't touch me, I'm falling" |
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She laughs in the night |
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"Don't touch me, I shall return |
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When the wheel comes around |
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You see, we're all born to suffer |
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We're all born to fall |
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In a grey shaded world |
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That calls us to zero" |
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Her mother mouth slits |
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Her father lies taken |
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She touches my body |
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But I crouch up to die |
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Down the Ramblas we're walking |
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In Reykjavik we're talking |
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The snow is moon-cold |
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The room freezes over |
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She's reading a book |
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She's finished it years ago |
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She's tearing up paper |
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She's tearing up life |
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But she only starts thinking |
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When her blood is brown |
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Gold is the colour |
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She promised me she'd wear |
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But Christ's Blood turns black |
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His body she wears |
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But she dips Him in waters |
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Confession of faith |
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It's hard to believe you |
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When you spit in my face |
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I don't want to touch you |
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I don't want to lie |
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In the brown red gold slumber |
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You've taken to ride |
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I remember I was thinking |
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Only of you |
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But you shattered me nightly |
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You broke all your rules |
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I found myself falling |
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And then |
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And then |
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Through the wreckage of this parched life |
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And the pain of the next one |
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I said "fucking over |
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All of this is shit" |
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But still the wind calls |
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"Imperium" |
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When you rage at the Conqueror |
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You only rage at yourself |
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When you torture the Anointed |
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You only torture yourself |
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And you've listened to Piaf |
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But not to the Christ |
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So you sparkle the seconds |
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Then dissolve into mist |
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And the fog closes in |
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And you think about Crowley |
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You think it's a game |
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But the game is just you |
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When shall you stop hiding |
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In the heart of your night? |
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When the cold tramway beckons |
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Where the cold tramway stops |
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And - Christ - I was thinking |
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Of your bended arm |
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"It is blue on the inside |
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It is blue on the outside" |
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You said, and then you buckled |
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As if you might die |
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There's no point in living! |
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There's no point in life! |
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And sometimes I hear you |
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At the back of my mind |
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And a golden door opens |
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But no light appears |
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There's spit on the bridle |
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And there's blood on the saddle |
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And you sleep in the shit |
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You've shut in yourself |
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And Christus is Equus |
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And Equus is God |
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And His name flies with fury |
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And the wind cuts through you |
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You follow in footsteps |
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Trod by a flower |
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Then I wanted to hold you |
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But You're destined to fall |
