| I’m in the arch of the church
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| Between her thumb and her forefinger
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| I’m a worshipper
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| A zealot king, cursed, a devotee
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| Of the heady golden dance she does
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| She’s an uncut drug
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| Find the vein and the pulse
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| Chased it and for a minute I was floating dead above myself
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| Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t
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| Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t
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| I saw a glimmer in the dark and now I know
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| She won’t get out of my heart, she won’t
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| I’m in your purse
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| Pull me out and throw me down
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| Stick me to your lip and draw a scarlet 'O'
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| There’s a name on my chest in red
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| The embossing of a branded bull
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| And I don’t want you to
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| Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t
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| Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t
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| I saw a glimmer in the dark and now I know
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| She won’t get out of my heart, she won’t
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| Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t
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| Get out of my heart, she won’t, she won’t
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| And there’s a heavenly scar that let’s me know
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| She won’t get out of my heart, she won’t |