| I’ve got something to tell you
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| Oh listen, I see the crown
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| The snakes that burrow will creep through
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| There’s so much
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| There’s so much that you don’t know
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| Hear me father I beg you
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| (What is it?)
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| Crack this burden of sin
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| (What is it, what is it?)
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| We’re loving, yet someone’s with you
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| Gonna stop
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| Gonna stop but I don’t know how
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| Tie me to the backs of horses
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| Then drag me out to sea
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| 'Cause I’m never coming home
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| And I’ll never be the thief
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| To bring in hot, scattered hell
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| Sip a cup of virtue
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| Seven seas resound
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| Such traps now
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| Says I’ll now tell you
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| That we’ll fall through
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| We’ll fall through
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| We’ll fall through
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| That we’ll fall through
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| We’ll fall through
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| We’ll fall through
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| Tie me to the backs of horses
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| Then drag me out to sea
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| 'Cause I’m never coming home
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| And I’ll never be the thief
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| To bring in hot, scattered hell
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| So hear me father I beg you
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| Cracks this burden of sin
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| We’re loving, here someone’s with you
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| Gonna stop
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| Gonna stop but I don’t know how
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| Gonna stop
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| Gonna stop but I don’t know how
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| Gonna stop
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| Gonna stop but I don’t know how |