| Stand by my crypt give me connaissance
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| I gave up my own name
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| There was no wound at first glance
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| So I just let you limp away
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| I raised the dead to gain your trust
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| Long overdue they’d decayed
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| None of our sores left apparent
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| But we should have soaked them that day
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| We’ve shown that nothing comes easy
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| Led myself astray and I could have stayed there
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| We showed that all good things sway
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| Led myself astray and I could’ve stayed ther
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| I’m sure you kept more than I flt
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| Any other life I’d know
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| I feel a small hand in mine
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| Such a long haunt from small ghosts
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| I’m sure you kept more than I felt
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| Any other life I’d know
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| And when I bloomed called it renaissance
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| Really I just changed my ways
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| Handful of years in a trance
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| I barely recall all I paid
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| I raised the dead just to turn a phrase
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| It’s just too little too late
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| Sang some fake prayers and fake sermons
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| I bore myself I must say
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| We’ve shown that nothing comes easy
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| Led myself astray and I could have stayed there
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| We showed that all good things sway
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| Led myself astray and I could’ve stayed there
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| I’m sure you kept more than I felt
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| Any other life I’d know
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| I feel a small hand in mine
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| Such a long haunt from small ghosts
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| I’m sure you kept more than I felt
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| Any other life I’d know
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| I know |