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Last night I saw your face in the hallowed light |
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You were standing taller than the mountain side |
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Your long hair flowed down in blues and whites |
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I just stood there, bathed in the quiet |
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No, you say you'll cut your bangs |
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I'm calling your bluff |
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When you lie to me it's in the small stuff |
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You say you'll cut your bangs |
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I'm calling your bluff |
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When you lie to me it's in the small stuff |
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Now your mouth is foaming like a rabid dog |
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and where the river flowed is now a clouded fog |
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Your teeth are gnashing louder than your monologue |
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and I just stood there bathed in the quiet |
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No, you say you'll cut your bangs |
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I'm calling your bluff |
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When you lie to me it's in the small stuff |
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You say you'll cut your bangs |
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I'm calling your bluff |
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When you lie to me it's in the small stuff |
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Now the flesh is melting off of your bones |
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The maggots around your heart make themselves at home |
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Where the river flowed I am left alone |
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I just stood there, bathed in the quiet |
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No, you say you'll cut your bangs |
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I'm calling your bluff |
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When you lie to me it's in the small stuff |
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You say you'll cut your bangs |
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I'm calling your bluff |
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When you lie to me it's in the small stuff |