| Temptation hides
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| In the space between
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| Lord, help me fight
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| This desire for fire
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| Words can cleanse and purify
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| Or tear down a pack of lies
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| In your presence, consequence
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| I can’t stop trembling
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| For all of my virtue
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| Why can I not hold the truth?
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| For all my good fortune
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| I would change my place with you
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| This path will lead us back
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| Will lead us back to ruin
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| For all of my virtue
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| Why can I not hold the truth?
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| This path will lead us back
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| Will lead us back to ruin
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| For all of my virtue
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| Why can I not hold the truth?
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| Once in a while
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| The urge resurfaces
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| So we split hairs
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| As rumours circulate
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| And there’s a need to fertilise
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| Behind my lover’s trusting eye
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| Like water drops on burning warts
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| I can’t stop trembling
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| For all of my virtue
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| Why can I not hold the truth?
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| For all my good fortune
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| I would change my place with you
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| This path will lead us back
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| Will lead us back to ruin
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| For all of my virtue
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| Why can I not hold the truth?
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| I’ve fallen
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| I’ve fallen again
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| I’ve fallen
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| I’ve fallen again
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| I’ve fallen
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| I’ve fallen again
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| I’ve fallen |