| You were dead
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| By the time that I had found you
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| Your blood was spilled
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| On the couch where we had first kissed
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| So I carried you West
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| To the sea, so I could wash you
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| Your body felt just like a backpack
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| And I don’t know what they did to your face
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| And I don’t like it
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| You lived large
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| Till the day they finally caught you
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| They cut out your tongue so you would not scream
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| When you came to
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| And you pissed blood
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| And then they chained you up when you turned blue
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| Your body felt just like a t-shirt
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| And I wanna build a tower
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| To all the nicer things you could have been
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| But I don’t like it
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| You were dead
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| By the time that I had found you |