| Flower of your face
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| I broken simple sentence
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| I don’t speak
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| Bleed my plastic pen
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| With all this empty anger
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| That’s eating
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| Fumble for my faith
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| I’ve lost in chapel sorrows
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| I don’t seek
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| Sudden sins apply
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| They only suck the silence
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| From in me
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| Ooh, ah ah
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| He caresses this out of me
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| Without ever knowing
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| I’ve got gods in my head that bleed
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| With the sound of your sigh
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| I’m left leeching this life
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| For the power to be
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| Imperfectly clean
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| Saved they often say
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| From what I’ve always wondered
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| And I’m waiting
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| Cut the canon clean
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| With all the thoughts I’m thinking
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| And feeling
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| Ooh, ah ah
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| He caresses this out of me
|
| Without ever knowing it
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| I’ve got gods in my head that bleed
|
| With the sound of your sigh
|
| I’m left leeching this life
|
| For the power to be
|
| Imperfectly clean
|
| Ooh, ah ah
|
| He caresses this out of me
|
| Without ever knowing
|
| I’ve got gods in my head that bleed
|
| With the sound of your sigh
|
| I’ve left leeching this life
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| For the power to be
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| Imperfectly clean |