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I know you must know it now |
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My warnings have stoned |
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My fingers are numb around |
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Your warm, pulsing throat |
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And I whispered, "My wife," |
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She opened her pale eyes |
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She smiled, so I smiled |
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And I got what I deserved |
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This house was my flowered heart |
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But my petals have fallen |
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Do you love him, tell me now, |
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Or I'll show you my scars |
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And you will bow boldly |
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And tell me you're sorry |
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But you're hardly moving |
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Wake up and give me what I know I deserve |
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The farmer's wife heard it from the street down below |
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And later fully recalled each harrowing note |
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And she would cry |
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"Holy Spirit has cursed me." |
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And for this my ending sooner than I deserve" |
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The children weren't lucky to have only used ears |
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As I stood on top of him looking down, |
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I felt the fear in their skin as they plead, |
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"Father, did you kill our leader? |
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Our rock and great teacher? |
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What did he deserve?" |
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And I replied, |
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"No, killed my leeches. |
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And the wound that is ? is. |
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I hope you can see it |
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for what I deserve." |
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The judge would ask, "Why again, was it him and not her?" |
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The only thing I could think was, "To settle my nerves." |
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Try killing my leeches for sucking me speechless |
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And abandoning secrets and trust all the same |
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So I deserve what I deserve |
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So I deserve what I deserve |
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Ooooh |
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Ooooh |
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Ooooh |
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Ooooh |
