| Where are you wounded girls
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| With bruised faces and blackened eyes
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| Break open your glass doors
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| Welcome the whirling debris
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| Carve your name there
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| In the marble and concrete
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| Kill idiot violence
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| Punish greed, punish me
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| Run naked through the streets
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| Stabbing bloody eyes and scream
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| I pray for you murderous
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| I pray for you well-honed and clean
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| I pray for you any way
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| Your violent nature needs you to be
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| And I, I praise your name
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| I praise your name
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| I praise the taste of the word on my tongue
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| And I praise your righteous rising hate
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| I praise your soft lips
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| And I praise your revenge
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| I praise your tenderness and your skin
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| And I praise your pure incorruptible pain
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| I praise your name
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| I praise your name
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| I praise your name
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| And I praise your name
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| I like you like that
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| Lying there on your side
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| I praise the scars on your body
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| And I praise your black-mirrored eyes
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| I praise your name
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| I praise your name
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| I praise your name
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| I praise your name
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| You’re glorious
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| Glory… glorious
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| Glory… glorious
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| So rise above the garbage
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| Leave me where I fall
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| Rise above the wreckage
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| Kill anything that walks |