| Oh Dionysus
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| You drank here sovereign at the table again
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| You bring joy to the ones who love you
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| And then turn them all into your strength
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| Oh Dionysus
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| You lay all who possesses a past
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| Spread your seeds where the wind can blow it
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| Drink the blood from your father’s scar
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| Boy Dionysus
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| The ash comes when it comes
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| The strength is a tall order
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| Which exact not to stay done
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| Oh Dionysus
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| Stay in the Earth with all you’ve got
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| Your gods are dead and buried
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| But the skin of a woman’s soft
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| Always the dream of you and me
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| Oh poor Dionysus
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| You are more than you can have
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| But poor Dionysus
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| Hold your men, this is not alone
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| Didn’t amuse the christian people
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| And the damsels they come done
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| To death Dionysus
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| You stitch your head and heart
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| You never will wake in the war
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| When you overt yourself
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| Didn’t you know what the voice said so
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| Breaking into the window of a quiet night?
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| Didn’t you see, are you taking note
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| See to their hope might give them life
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| I know you want you want to help me
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| But I will be your salvation
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| Tearing into your beauty
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| Too lost for damnation
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| Always the dream of you and me
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| Oh poor Dionysus
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| You are more than you can have
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| But poor Dionysus |