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Come yonder old stranger the tooth and the dagger |
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You stagger and then you are saved |
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Grow fonder the manger in truth and in danger |
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Of forgetting mistakes that you've made |
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Eyes like mine blinking and endlessly drinking |
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Letting the warlords inside |
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Fall in like mice into fires of ice |
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In death we find places to hide |
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All the old heroes are like children to me now |
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As I come to burn your shame away |
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Without knowing exactly how |
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All the old heroes young babies without mothers |
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Left to die on apocalyptic(/apocalypse) streets |
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And where are these words from who spoke them before |
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Coming down like flashes of heat |
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I'm never frightened(/afraid) for death I still welcome |
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And death I have seen you before |
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I gave you my keys, my windows, my creeds |
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But soon I will give you much more |
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I tried once to hide but misery's pride |
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Told me you can't hide no more |
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So the next time you came without any shame |
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I made sure to open my door |
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Come back in my fair-weather friend |
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The light that you cannot control |
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Is yours to condemn to love and take in |
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Give mercy to each fallen soul |
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All the old heroes are like children to me now |
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As I come to burn your shame away |
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Without knowing exactly how |
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Love is a fix a suicide wrist |
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Blood with an unending flow |
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To purify lands soak in the sands |
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Of places that we'll never go |
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Jesus come calling we'll be here and falling |
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Praying for your hand to show |
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Catch us in mercy drink us when thirsty |
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Each of us falling like snow |
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All the old heroes are like children to me now |
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As I come to burn your shame away |
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Without knowing exactly how |
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Each one a cathedral the last junkie needle |
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Stained glass from blood that is old |
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And in that cathedral with (the) angels of nighttime |
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Pained/Paned in the window so cold |
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They see through your victim your painful musicians |
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Playing the saddest of songs |
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Nobody singing just a ghost without dreaming |
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A voice that could right all the wrongs |
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All the old heroes are like children to me now |
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As I come to burn your shame away |
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Without knowing exactly how |
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Goodbye sweet diamond the sky in the north wind |
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Is falling on lepers and snakes |
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Hello young mercy both blessed and thirsty |
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For solutions to so many mistakes |
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Without your lover your tired wonder |
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The south rain threatens to pour |
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On (skulls?) like crashing in sunlight basking |
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Ignoring the strongest of calls |
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You cannot save them without their consent |
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Your voice of mercy to them I have sent |
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You spoke through me you a good man |
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Grew up to listen and give me your hand |
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Your voice of mercy so strong and so true |
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It comes out in cascades without residue |
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Of darkness or lies in(/or) doubt or untrue/untruth |
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It's pure like the wind the rain and the youth |
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All the old heroes are like children to you now |
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As you come to burn their shame away |
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Without knowing exactly how |
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All the old heroes are like children to you now |
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As you come to burn their shame away |
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Without knowing exactly how |
