| I might be a part of this
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| Ripple on water from a lonesome drip
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| A fallen tree that witness me
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| I’m alone, him and me
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| And then life itself could not aspire
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| To have someone be so admired
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| I threw creation to my king
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| With the silence broken by a whispered, wind
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| All of this can be broken
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| All of this can be broken
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| Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground
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| And root to root and tip to tip
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| I look at him my country gyp
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| Leathered up by his fears
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| But someone brought you close to tears
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| Many trains and many miles
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| Brought you to me on this sunny isle
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| And what of which you wish to speak
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| Have you come here to rescue me?
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| All of this can be broken
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| All of this can be broken
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| Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground
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| But the love of your life lives but lies no more
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| And where she lay a flower grows
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| The arms that fed and the babes that wed
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| And the backs that bled keeping her in tow
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| But I am your keeper
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| And I hold your face away from light
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| I am yours till they come
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| I am yours till they come
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| Eye to eye
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| Nose to nose
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| Ripping off each other’s clothes
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| In a most peculiar way
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| Eye to eye
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| Nose to nose
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| Ripping off each other’s clothes
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| In a most peculiar way |