| When you were thrown, to the wolves
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| I tried to save you, but my heart was in repose
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| And please take with you, this piece of fragile gold
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| For my jewels they lay here on the altar
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| Safely hidden from your rapture
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| When they drove the stake into you
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| I saw your body it was hollow through and through
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| And I don’t need faith to know that I can still see you
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| For I died with you in this rapture
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| Our bodies slain here on the altar
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| Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better
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| When you were small
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| They wrote lines on the wall
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| That said you’re nothing at all
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| And the capture of your dreams
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| And the rapture and the scream
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| And your body’s still next to me
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| When you died, everyone knew your name
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| Your body and face carved out in a deliberate frame
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| And we all surrendered to this deep impending shame
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| For we died with you in this rapture, our bodies slain here on the altar
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| When you were small
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| They wrote lines on the wall
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| That said you’re nothing at all
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| And the capture of your dream
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| And the rapture and the scream
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| And your body’s still next to me |