| With the threat of hell hanging over my head like a halo,
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| I was made to believe in a couple of beautiful truths
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| that eventually had the effect of completely unravelling
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| the powerful curse put on me by you.
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| When you set the table, when you chose the scale,
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| Did you write a riddle that you knew they would fail?
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| Did you make them tremble so they would tell the tale?
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| Did you push us when we fell?
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| If my mother cries when I tell her what I have discovered,
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| then I hope she remembers she taught me to follow my heart.
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| And if you bully her like you’ve done me with fear of damnation,
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| Well then I hope she can see you for what you are. |
| (Yea…all right)
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| When you set the table, when you chose the scale,
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| Did you write a riddle that you knew they would fail?
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| Did you make them tremble so they would tell the tale?
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| Did you push us when we fell?
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| What am I afraid of? |
| Whom did I betray?
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| In what medieval kingdom does just work this way?
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| If you knew what would happen, and made us just the same,
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| Then you my Lord can take the blame.
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| (Do you wanna stop short like that?) |