| When you came along
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| When you
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| Came along
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| When more than evermore…
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| And death is out
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| I took the knife
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| I took the knife & right here
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| Wrote a cross upon my heart
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| It seems like you
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| Held the ash
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| ‘til it caught upon the wind
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| It came forth
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| Like a curse
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| From the colder hand of things…
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| When you came along
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| When you
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| Came along
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| See, I believed in
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| Fate and fortune…
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| I took the rope
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| I took the rope & right here
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| Yielded like a bird in hand…
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| And fearful lost to the hours
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| Where I can’t recall the thing
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| And if tears wet my eyes
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| On a sacramental stain
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| Another whisper comes before the sigh
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| Before the lowered eye
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| You’ll be the death of me
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| I took the match
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| I took the match
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| And here set
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| My intentions into light…
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| And violins swing—
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| To the spark of the chorus crushing in
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| And when our flame dies
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| How will I gain to make a wish?
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| Another whisper comes before the sigh
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| Before the lowered eye
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| You’ll be the death of me
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| You’ll be the death of me
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| You’ll be the death of me… |