| Love you, she said as though it were true
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| Falling, head over heels into you
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| Now I, am pregnant with our baby boy
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| Forever, your lover, and sufferer.
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| Giver of life, and the nail in my soul
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| Misses Anthema, the story grows old
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| Still the same boy, that was sewn from your ground.
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| It’s the weight of you pulling me down
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| Love you, he said and knew it was true.
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| I can’t be in this marriage with you
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| Now this is our second child in my womb
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| No longer, your lover, and sufferer.
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| Rivers of love, and a trust so betrayed
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| Misses Anthema, the bed that we’ve made
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| Still the same boy that was sewn from your ground…
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| It’s the weight of you pulling me down
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| And you lie as the vultures surround
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| The height that I push up my halo
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| Could come crashing
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| II come crashing.
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| Like a wave.
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| Giver of life, and the nail in my soul
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| Misses Anthema, the story grows old
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| Still the same boy, that was screaming inside
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| Pushing my youth, through that years of my life
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| Forever we trust in
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| Forever this sound
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| It’s the weight of you pulling me down. |
| It’s anthema, my voice, and this sound. |