| It’s all that I have left of you
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| Some blood on the tissue you left in my room
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| And i don’t know why I didn’t say goodbye
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| but I had to leave
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| Like a woman grieves
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| Each time she bleeds
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| I’m mourning each day as it goes by
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| I entered the room
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| And called out too soon
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| And i scared the moemnt and it died
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| I could take the pain
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| But the pleasure was worse
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| When I asked for an ambulance
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| You called me hearse
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| What’s a little death in the scheme of survival
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| I know that it’s true cause I read in the bible
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| It’s all that I have left of you
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| Some blood on the tissue you left in my room
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| And I’m sorry that I didn’t say goodbye
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| But I had to leave
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| You wanted nothing
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| But you asked for too much
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| And you drowned out my voice with your asking
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| Now the hourglass is broken
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| And the ribbon is burned
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| And the moment we feared is passing
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| I think of you now
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| All beauty and shame
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| And I want for your body and I curse your name
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| Whats a little death in the scheme of survival
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| I know that it’s true cause I read in the bible
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| That its all that I have left of you
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| Some blood on the tissue you left in my room
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| And I’m sorry that I didn’t say goodbye
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| But I had to leave
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| The moon in rhythm joins land and the sea
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| But was it the moon that brought you to me?
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| In a bed in france instead of sleep
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| We signed a contract of blood on the sheet
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| I had your voice, your bones undressed
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| I learned to read your alabaster flesh
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| And I had your kisses you whispered to me
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| That cost me so much though you gave them to for free
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| I’ve seen you lieing on carress on the floor
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| But whats the point of weapons if we can’t have a little war
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| Now it’s all that I have left of you
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| Some blood on a tissue you left in my room
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| And I’m sorry that I didn’t say goodbye
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| But I had to leave |