| I’m away every movement
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| Drag the weight tied to shiftless tongue
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| Oh tongue
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| That spectre blossoming inside
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| Will grow to sink you
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| And who will meet you there
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| With hearts ascending
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| The sniper in the dark
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| A rifle in your eye
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| Snap the rain, whip crack, bone lash
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| Rode to ground, every movement gone
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| All gone
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| Black ocean tides around your neck
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| Begin to rise up
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| And we will meet you when
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| Your light descending
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| And all you were at last
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| And stars across black skies
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| With a bridle on you
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| With a bridle on you
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| With a bridle on you
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| With a bridle on you
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| With a bridle on you
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| With a bridle on you
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| With a bridle on you
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| With a bridle on you
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| With a bridle on you (With a bridle on you)
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| With a bridle on you (With a bridle on you)
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| With a bridle on you (With a bridle on you)
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| With a bridle on you (With a bridle on you)
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| And rode to ground |