| Don’t waste your light on me, it’ll be dead
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| Process has made a gape, devoided
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| Amputate the legs of all the non-believers
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| We’ll forgive your past if you can play along
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| Omission of the dream
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| What’s worse we’ll never walk away
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| (Just let me know when it happens)
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| We pushed over the seams
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| I’ll never tell a soul
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| We threw our crutches of weight into the ambry
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| Where we wait for the others to wake
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| We shuffle out of the bedroom and
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| Into the gavel with a cross at the end of it
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| We don’t pray 'cause we don’t give a shit
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| We won’t beg no we won’t pray
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| We don’t pray 'cause we don’t give a shit
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| We won’t beg 'cause we don’t care
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| The moderate way we made our trade
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| The deafening call I’ve lost my world
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| Saddened the gold box can’t be locked
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| I siphon from you in ways I’m not
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| Did you take it on alone?
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| It’s the opposite feel
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| We all forget pieces of rosary beads
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| Did you give yourself away?
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| As much as I need petrified pieces of rectory sheets
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| Holding me afloat
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| We pushed our mountains of weight into the ambry
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| Where we wait for the others to wake
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| We shuffle out of the bedroom and
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| Into the gavel with a cross at the end of it
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| We suffocate to see
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| We fade, it won’t be long
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| Omission of the meaning
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| It can’t, it can’t be gold |