| We are sentenced to the stars
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| With smirking hope and a face full of scars
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| We run reckless divine course to the church of remorse
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| From faith we divorce
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| And we rage for days and days
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| Cause' we thought if we screw we’d get through and sway
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| Forget the things we say and the lines we rehearsed
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| Our empty hearse
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| Cause' the years they take dreams away
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| That we plot and we try to make true some day
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| Regret the things we say and the fields we traverse
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| Blue neck curse
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| Stare at me with the broken face of the moon
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| The light of the stars glow with such saturnine
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| The wind speaks in strange languages
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| Which only those who know will understand
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| The broken face of the moon graces me with its presence
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| This ritual has gone on far too long and I’m ready to see
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| I have wandered this holy sanctum
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| And there is nothing to be found
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| What a foolish notion to put yourself
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| In such careless hands
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| By what right do you have to take this from me
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| Time will come and this will pass
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| Until frost is all that remains
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| Show me what lies beneath
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| And I’ll give your title to every star I gaze upon
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| Eternally with me in a tomb of space |