| I’ve got a supple disposition and a tendency to fall
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| I’m assuming the position, with my hands against the wall
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| Cover me in roses, draw those thorns right down my spine
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| Bind me with your kisses as you drag me to your shrine
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| I’ll bring to you my offering
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| It’s not the best or worst
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| One thing I can promise you
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| I’ll give until it hurts
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| Now we’ve been waiting on a rainbow, then you found it in a dream
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| I love the contours of your smile, and all the stars there in between
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| No I ain’t nobody’s keeper, so keep me close at hand
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| I’d follow you to Hell and back; |
| you are my Promised Land
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| Bestow your benedictions
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| The blessing or the curse
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| And all I’ll ever ask of you
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| Is give until it hurts
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| Now paint me as your penitent, I swear I know my place
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| I’ll be down here on my knees, let your shadow veil my face
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| Your past is filled with worshipers, I know I’m not your first
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| But surely you can see by now, I’ll give until it hurts
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| I’ll give until it hurts… |