| Pure as the unborn son, pure as the maid should be
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| Ceased to breathe again
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| Never look away
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| From those with nothing to spare
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| But I do and I don’t want to care anymore
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| If I close my eyes would it spare me the sight?
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| Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction
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| And everything that will doom us all
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| Chaos may be thy name, you left us for anything
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| Trust never been so misplaced
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| As in your arms that day those that you gave away
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| To those who could ease your mind
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| We were nothing but a waste of your time and space
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| But I do and I don’t want to care anymore
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| If I close my eyes would it spare me the sight?
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| Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction
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| And everything that will doom us all
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| But I do and I don’t want to care anymore
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| If I close my eyes would it spare me the sight?
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| Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction
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| And everything that will doom us all |