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Nailed to the Cross |
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When the shaking stopped |
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We were left in dust and flames |
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Buried our heads in shame |
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How did we let it come to this? |
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A complaining sound |
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Juxtaposed with time and regret |
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Maybe forgive, not forget |
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We destroyed what was left of this |
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Every time I tried |
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Every time I failed |
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Every time I nailed you to the cross and took aim |
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With my arrow you were slain |
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Don't expect anything |
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No respect for your suffering |
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You did this all yourself |
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You're dismissed |
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You can get out now |
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When the quaking stopped |
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Realized that all along |
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We were playing two different songs |
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And you were never good with time |
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I predicted this |
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Saw where I could bleed the whole time |
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Tried to hide every knife |
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Should have known you'd find a way to strike |
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Every time you tried |
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Every time you failed |
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Every time I nailed you to the cross and took aim |
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With my disgust you were slain |
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Don't try to fill me head with words |
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I cannot translate a falsehood |
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Into anything that's good |
