| I am a desperate love, always am needing it
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| I wish the Hand of God would come
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| And relieve me of this way
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| I can’t touch anyone
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| To touch without feeling
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| Somehow is always wronged
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| To those who receive me in this way
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| Come, bring your sons and let them see
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| Come and lay them down in front of me
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| I can’t do anyone right, I used to be somehow better
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| Some are just born to night
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| Some wear the scarlet letter
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| I wish the Hand of God
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| Would cover the faces and cover the traces
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| Of lovers lost
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| I wear the colors of Babylon
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| Into a world, dressed as the girl I know is gone
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| I was true, I sang violins, touched and the like
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| So slowly, the soft singing will leave you in time
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| Look through me now, see violence replaces the light
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| I wish the Hand of God
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| Would cover the faces and cover the traces
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| Of lovers lost
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| I wear the colors of Babylon
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| Into a world, dressed as the girl
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| I know is gone |