| And I wanted to see it
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| The crease and the curve of the skin
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| Four words got me in
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| Again and again again
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| But my friend
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| It was the light just behind us
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| I knew we never could keep up
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| The beds we make, the steps we take
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| Our graves we fill everyday
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| Roof top views of city buildings gathered
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| Where the sun sets on them steals the eye
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| Touch the streets with feet in hurried measure
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| Our discretion means we never lie
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| We never have to lie
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| We never have to lie
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| You stole my eyes, so you I will take
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| You are the test of our grace
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| Threads become lines, we cross till they break
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| And they break from the seams to the bodies of men
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| (WE WILL LIE WE WILL TAKE
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| WITHERED AND CRUSHED THE FIRE AND THE FATE
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| YOU WILL DIE FOR OUR SAKE
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| WE WILL SEE THE WORLD IN THE BLOOD)
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| The illusion was ours
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| It was joy, it was rapture
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| I would have settled for capture
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| But a lost life found my bed
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| And all the wages of another
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| And the secret is no longer mine
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| Warm the body like so many others
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| Your discretion means we never lie
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| We never have to lie
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| We never have to lie
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| You stole my eyes, so you I will take
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| You are the test of our grace
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| Threads become lines, we cross till they break
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| And they break from the seams to the bodies of men
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| (WE WILL LIE WE WILL TAKE
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| WITHERED AND CRUSHED THE FIRE AND THE FATE
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| YOU WILL DIE FOR OUR SAKE
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| WE WILL SEE THE WORLD IN THE BLOOD)
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| TIME SAYS WE ARE MEANT TO SUFFER
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| SLINK BACK TO THE RETCH!
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| I never wanted them to wither or be crushed by the weight
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| (I called him home)
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| The choice was all his own
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| How could I have known
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| The simple answers that hold people to the fire and their fate
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| (I called him home)
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| Wait and see for yourself
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| It’s in the blood
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| It’s in the blood
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| The whole world is in the blood
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| I’d rather tell you how I ruled the world and never stopped
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| But this heart mine is shaking like a spinning top
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| And as it slows all my sins have caught the last of me
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| That reflection in the water tells a story true
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| But it’s the last thing you want staring back at you
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| And wrinkled hands weak from plunder barely stir this away
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| There were years where our faces stayed in front us
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| There were moments we forgot what this really was
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| But the death of a memory
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| Is the death we carry
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| We’re desperate
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| And dead set
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| We carry reasons in our chests
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| We reset and forget
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| The songs we sing are for the blessed
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| Don’t take this personally, your quiet exit stole the show
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| The regrets are all said
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| Kings and kingdoms come and go |