| O behold the hole in my soul
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| Cannot be filled and it cannot be sewn up
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| And o behold the hole in my heart
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| Devil will come for us, try to tear us apart
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| And o behold the hole in my tale
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| I tried to tell, but I guess I failed
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| And o behold the hole in the sky
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| Where’s the baby bluebird go when she dies?
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| Where’s the baby bird go when she dies?
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| Horns from my head, wings from my shoulders
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| Quick, mama, look up, your baby has grown up
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| Horns from my head, wings from my shoulders
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| Quick, mama, look up, your baby’s gotten older
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| Beautiful mama, beautiful boy, beautiful girl
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| Beautiful earth, you were here first
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| Horns from my head, wings from my shoulders
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| Quick, papa, look up, there’s a ship in the mist and it’s getting closer
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| (Horns from my head, wings from my shoulders)
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| This is it, know I love you
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| If the plane’s on fire, know I love you
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| Regardless of my fate, know I love her
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| (Horns from my head, wings from my shoulders)
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| O behold the hole in my soul
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| Cannot be filled and it cannot be sewn up
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| And o behold the hole in my veil
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| Lights coming through the trees
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| I’m down on my knees
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| And o behold the hole in my guitar
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| I’m safe with you in my arms
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| And o behold the hole in the sky
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| Where’s the baby bluebird go when she dies?
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| No chain to the sky, does she fly above the weather? |