| Faster, Faster!
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| Fervor or fright?
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| These are the trappings of a jealous plight
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| When adoration is never enough
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| I could not find the words, I was choked up
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| I never said I was free of sin
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| But I am choking on the sand you buried your head in
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| I would take all the doubt that’s inside you
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| But I am sorry, I’m not that strong
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| Would you take a piece of my soul instead?
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| I am sure that would not take long
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| Is it love or loath?
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| This breath of silence will harm us both
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| My adoration was always at hand
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| Although my words were choking on sand
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| With the throes of spite our time was unfurled
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| Forget regret because I am bleeding out
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| It will never be us against the world
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| Faster, fester, faster still!
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| This is the fate of a jealous will!
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| I never said I was free of sin
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| But I am choking on the sand you buried your head in
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| When you buried your head, you buried me… dead…
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| You just buried your head, so bury me, just bury me
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| I would take all the doubt that’s inside you
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| But I am sorry, I’m not that strong
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| Would you take a piece of my soul instead?
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| I am sure that would not take long |