| Hunter, I’m laid out on the forest floor
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| Arrows in my back and sides
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| Down among the leaves and stones
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| You can wear my skin as armor
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| You can eat my flesh and bones
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| Leave nothing that is needed
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| All I have is yours
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| And I’ll give myself up to your sharpened edges
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| I no longer cling to my life
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| Yes, I’m finally giving in
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| Teeth and hate end our relationship
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| Of course it’s sad, but that’s the way it is
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| Your violence always wins the day
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| Yes, your violence wins
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| And I’ll give myself up to your sharpened edges
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| I no longer cling to my life
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| Yes, I’m finally giving in
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| Oh, and you watch as the animals
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| Lay themselves
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| Down at your feet
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| A thousand bared teeth
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| A thousand bowed heads
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| Yes, they’re begging you for death
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| The Hunter does us all a great service
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| And we’ve done so much to deserve it |