| Ophelia drowned in the water
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| Crushed by her own weight
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| And Hitler loved little blue-eyed boys
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| And it drove him to hate
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| Birds always grow silent before the night descends
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| Cause nature has a funny way of breaking what does not bend
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| A hero’s torso built of steel and novicane
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| His heart a bitter beat inside a bloodless frame
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| There was a hole inside his soul
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| A manicure could not fill
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| So he found himself a whore to love
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| While daisies choked on the windowsill
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| We’ve made houses for hatred
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| It’s time we make a place where
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| People’s souls may be seen and made safe
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| Be careful with each other these fragile flames
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| Innocence can’t be lost it just needs to be maintained
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| A small town in Ohio, 2 boys are filled with violence
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| As night in the darkness spreads it’s legs for hate and ignorance
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| We are given to a god to put his faith therein
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| But to be forgiven we must first believe in sin
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| We’ve made houses for hatred
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| It’s time we make a place where
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| People’s souls may be seen and made safe
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| Be careful with each other these fragile flames
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| Innocence can’t be lost it just needs to be maintained
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| I want to live bravely and love without fear
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| I want to always feel the wings of Grace near
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| We all will be Christed when we hear ourselves say
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| We are that to which we pray
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| We’ve made houses for hatred
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| It’s time we make a place where
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| People’s souls may be seen and made safe
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| Be careful with each other these fragile flames
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| Innocence can’t be lost it just needs to be maintained |