| No truer plea has ever been,
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| Than what, through David, we have seen.
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| His turn from a life of frustration
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| To embrace love’s condemnation.
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| Better to let love lie
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| Than have to see it die.
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| It’s better to be alone
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| Than feel your heart turn to stone.
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| The flower grows just for the seed
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| As the honey’s song composes the bee.
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| Shouldn’t a free man’s soul rise
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| Above these ravenous designs of love?
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| Better to be born blind
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| Than see and then lose sight.
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| Better a desolate peace
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| Than to fight with your memories.
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| So take my heart to your grave,
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| It just pumps cold blood through my veins.
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| I lost it all in fate’s cruel game.
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| Only the devil remembers my name.
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| Only a foolish heart concedes to fate
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| And the trials and turns that it dictates.
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| The only love that will never die
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| Is the love you always deny.
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| Like a barb it clings,
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| The loss forever stings,
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| The pain will never leave,
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| Love is a cruel disease.
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| Like a wick that holds to the flame,
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| The path you took to her started the blaze.
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| The match you made is to blame,
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| The steps to love and death were the same.
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| Now that you’ve loved and lost,
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| Would you repay the cost? |
| A price so severe,
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| If you had never loved her she’d be here.
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| So take my heart to your grave,
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| It just pumps cold blood through my veins.
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| I lost it all in fate’s cruel game.
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| Only the devil remembers my name. |