| She
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| Calls out
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| To
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| You
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| From
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| Behind
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| Sin’s
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| Doorway
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| Her 13 years have left her so calloused so diseased…
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| Oh
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| Still
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| She’s
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| Begging
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| You
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| Like you wish your daughter would…
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| Half a world away
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| Betrayal
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| Fills
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| Her
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| Eyes
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| It’s the sick of the unkind years…
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| And scars start to form
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| Tangled
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| Web
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| Of Shame
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| Across her bleeding, tortured flesh…
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| And you want more
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| To take her down with you
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| Beneath the crimson tide
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| Slip… silently…under…the…water
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| (remember no pain) Lost in the rapture
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| You’re running fast from the past
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| But it’s freeze framed… you can’t see what’s beyond
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| Her voice keeps echoing… your name… you keep remembering
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| The world so cold to you
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| You get what you gave
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| The world so cold it’s
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| True
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| When the red… turns…to…grey
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| When she’s on her knees… she's saying a prayer for me
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| And through the frenzied feed… she's saying a prayer for me
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| And though the waiting tide offered sanctuary… I know
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| She’s saying a prayer for me
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| She just needed… someone to love her…
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| She just needed a kind word…
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| Crawling, calling across memories
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| Torture you |