| Settle down
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| This won’t last long
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| I’ve been out
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| And I want back in So why not completely fade away?
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| When my bones begin to break
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| And my head begins to shake
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| It’s my own blood
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| When my house becomes a cage
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| And the neighbours turn away
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| It’s my own blood
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| Settle down
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| This won’t last long
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| I’ve been out
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| And I want back in So why not completely fade away?
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| «Where the butcher’s hand is home»
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| Laughs the blade above the throne
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| «It's my own blood»
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| «Oh, this apple makes me sick»
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| Cries the pig upon his stick
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| «It's my own blood»
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| And I can’t forget the taste
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| Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue
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| And I can’t forget the taste
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| Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue
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| And if I had a heart
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| I’d waste it on you
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| But it’s all together far too long
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| Since I took you down
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| Settle down
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| This won’t last long
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| I’ve been out
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| And I want back in So why not completely fade away?
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| When we’ve licked all of the lips
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| And the salt-stained fingertips
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| It’s our own blood
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| When our lambs and lions make
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| Debts and no righteous man can pay
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| It’s our own blood
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| And I can’t forget the taste
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| Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue
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| And I can’t forget the taste
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| Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue… |