| Broadback, you’re a fortified wall and all that
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| We’d hoped you could hold the attack
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| But, but, but broadback, the well passed fire and that’s
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| Gotta keep the sanctum intact
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| Should they bludgeon your redwood thighs
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| And you are left to writhe
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| Your body’s not something I can carry back
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| Don’t ask to let you die
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| Broadback, remember the name you carved in the pew?
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| You’re always in use, my beautiful bloom
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| Broadback, of course you’re strong and all that
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| But what hope am I should you collapse?
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| Should they bludgeon your redwood thighs
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| And you are left to writhe
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| Your body’s not something I can carry back
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| And I don’t want you to die
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| Don’t want you to, don’t want you to, don’t want you to die
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| Don’t want you to, don’t want you to, don’t want you to die
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| Don’t want you to, don’t want you to, don’t want you to die
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| Don’t want you to, don’t want you to, don’t want you to die
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| You’d better come back alive
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| Na na na |