| From the gutter, the diamond seemed far too bright to see
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| The gleaming eyes always tend to turn away (just turn away)
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| And every innocent wish has granted tragedy
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| Our hands have since been soiled with the blackest of coal
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| Most days, I’d sit and wish for this place to fall into the bay
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| Its greatest offense being thievery
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| A nightmare awakened by boundless waters
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| Will see a broken vow thrust into the arms of hellbound cowards
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| And I’ve found the perfect accessory to that beautiful gown—
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| The handsome ghost of me
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| Most days, I’d sit and wish for this place to fall into the bay
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| Its greatest offense being thievery
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| And I will wash away the sins of former lovers
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| A trail of stillborn conquest in my wake tonight
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| Take this four-fingered salute
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| I gave the fifth for you, my dear
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| May it beckon you to the salts below
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| Most days, I’d sit and wish for this place to fall into the bay
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| Its greatest offense being thievery
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| And I will wash away the sins of former lovers
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| A trail of stillborn conquest in my wake tonight
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| Tonight! |