| Forgive me, Hera, I cannot stay
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| He cut out my tongue
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| There is nothing to say
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| Love me, oh Lord
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| He threw me away
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| He laughed at my sins
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| In his arms I must stay
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| He wrote
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| I am broke
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| Please send for me
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| But I am broken too
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| And spoken for
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| Do not tempt me
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| Her skin is white
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| And I'm light as the sun
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| So holy light shines on the things you have done
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| So I asked him how he became this man
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| How did he learn to hold fruit in his hands?
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| And where is the lamb that gave you your name?
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| He had to leave though I begged him to stay
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| Left me alone when I needed the light
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| Fell to my knees and I wept for my life
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| If he had've stayed you might understand
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| If he had've stayed you never would have taken my hand
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| He wrote
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| I'm low, please send for me
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| But I am broken too
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| And spoken for
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| Do not tempt me
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| And where is the lamb that gave you your name?
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| He had to leave though I begged him to stay
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| Begged him to stay in my cold wooden grip
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| Begged him to stay by the light of this ship
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| Me fighting him, fighting like fighting dawn
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| And the waves came and stole him and took him to war
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| He wrote
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| I'm broke
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| Please send for me
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| But I'm broken too
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| And spoken for
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| Do not tempt me
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| Forgive me, here, I cannot stay
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| Cut out my tongue
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| There is nothing to save
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| Love me, oh Lord, he threw me away
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| He laughed at my sins
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| In his arms I must say
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| We write
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| That's alright
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| I miss his smell
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| We speak when spoken to
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| And that suits us well
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| That suits us well
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| That suits me well |