| And it came again, like tears for a long lost friend
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| Tears that find their rest
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| Amidst words too sordid to comprehend
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| And it came bearing gifts
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| Of pain, frankincense, and her
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| None had a home here, none but the pain
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| Feel the fervor growing but the hate is stronger
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| My heart was whole with you
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| But the pain was mine, come twisted flowers
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| Come blistered soul, torturing disdain
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| And the wholeness that is only found in you
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| Feel the fervor growing but the hate is stronger
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| My heart was whole with you
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| But the pain was mine
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| And it came bearing gifts
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| Of pain, frankincense, and her
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| None had a home here, none but the pain
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| And it left once, alone amidst my words I stood
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| Uninviting of its presence, this time it’s left for good
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| Feel the fervor growing but the hate is stronger
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| My heart was whole with you
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| But the pain was mine, come twisted flowers
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| Come blistered soul, torturing disdain
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| And the wholeness that is only found in you
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| Feel the fervor growing but the hate is stronger
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| My heart was whole with you
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| But the pain was mine
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| And when it’s gone forever, a better hand is dealt
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| And when it’s left forever, only then can i find myself |