| Jesus christ that’s a pretty face.
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| Kind you’d find on someone that could save.
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| If they don’t put me away, well it would be a miracle.
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| Do you believe you’re missing out,
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| When everything good is happening somewhere else?
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| But with nobody in your bed,
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| The night’s hard to get through.
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| And I will die all alone.
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| And when I arive I won’t know anyone.
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| Well jesus christ I’m alone again.
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| So what did you do those three days you were dead?
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| 'Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend.
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| Well jesus christ I’m not scared to die.
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| I’m a little bit scared of what comes after:
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| Do I get the gold chariot?
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| Do I float through the ceiling?
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| Do I defy and pull apart?
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| 'Cause my pride is too sly to hold back all my dark.
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| And this ship went down at the sight of land.
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| And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?
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| I know you come in the night like a thief,
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| But I’ve had some time alone,
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| To hold my life to me.
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| And I know you think that I’m someone you can trust,
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| But I’m scared I’ll get scared.
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| And I swear I’ll try to nail you back.
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| So do you think we could work out a something.
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| So I know it’s you and that it’s over, so I won’t even try.
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| I know you’re coming for the people like me,
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| But the way I got wooden nails;
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| It’ll turn into a hate factory.
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| The way I got wooden nails;
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| It’ll turn into a hate factory.
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| The way I got wooden nails.
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| And we sleep inside of this machine. |