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Wooden child, he moves |
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And he measures the days by his wounds |
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Metal sky, lay down |
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I took heed to your word |
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Prayed that her heart knows how |
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I don't put faith in anything |
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Cause everything gets lost |
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And those who once were merciful |
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Stand pitiful in water |
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You're all I've known |
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Startled sky, grow dark |
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You've been lifting all day |
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And I know it's hard |
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Crooked smile, bend straight |
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I can tell you've been hurt |
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By the way you taste |
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But don't put faith in anything |
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Cause everything gets lost |
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And those who once were merciful |
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Stand pitiful in water |
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You're all I've known |
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I came down, one arm drawn |
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But don't put faith in anything |
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Cause everything gets lost |
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And those who once were merciful |
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Stand pitiful in water |
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You're all I've known |
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And I can't touch you |
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I can't touch you |
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I can't touch you |
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I can't touch you |
