| In the life of the wrong a love lingered on, love lingered on to frustration
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| And if our love is so wrong, what should we do alone?
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| Or am I just a picture in a photograph?
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| Why are we stuck in this pantomime, fearing a god who died?
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| One who would not deny lovers?
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| And I don’t care what they say, if what you need is your faith
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| Then take a look at my face and know…
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| That till your rapture falls to pieces
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| Until your rapture falls to pieces
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| Find in me the room to breathe, simple things like suffering
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| Life had gone this way…
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| Life is gone this way…
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| Still in the life of the wrong we all moved along
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| Another life evolved to gestation
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| And so we made our way with the mistake we made
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| But she was just a picture in the photograph
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| So she walked in the baby’s room
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| Knowing what she should do leaves me in absolute horror
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| She put her hand on its lips, she gave it one last kiss
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| And sang some tune that went…
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| Until your rapture falls to pieces
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| 'Till your rapture falls to pieces
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| Find in me the room to breathe
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| Simple things are suffering
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| And I would and I would, destroy your god
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| Yes I would if I could destroy your god
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| Because you’re born again
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| Until you’re worn again
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| Until your rapture falls to pieces
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| Till your rapture falls to pieces
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| Find in me the room to breathe
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| Sinful things are suffering
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| Till your rapture falls to pieces
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| Till your rapture falls to pieces
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| But, if this must be, then burn with me
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| Anything
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| Just don’t leave…
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| Find in me… room to breathe… enmity…suffering…
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| She swore she heard the voice of Jesus
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| Telling her it was wrong to keep it
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| And one more thing, it looked like me
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| Back when it breathed… rest in peace
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| Until the rapture comes to meet us |