| I was dragging your face around the floor
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| Somebody’s boot heel in your mouth
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| Scars of cigarettes buds on your tongue
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| These are the things you loved me for
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| Found a young boy down by the dockside
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| Lying half-in
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| Half-out of the water
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| Had a leather facing nailed to his head
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| Left his little soul away
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| Back in that bed
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| Jesus loves all little children (x2)
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| I broke a large bottle on the edge of your cranium
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| You stared there
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| Smiling at eyes of oblivion
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| I sent you down to spending your damn deliria
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| When you began screaming
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| I spat in your mouth
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| I kissed you so tenderly
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| Thinking about
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| Yes, these are the things you loved me for
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| These are the things you loved me for
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| But God will never see you in the bowels of the building
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| For the ever righteous angel will know what your feeling
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| He’ll find you
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| Seek you nevertheless
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| Running petroleum all over your legs
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| The hymn that he sing won’t be forgiveness
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| The hymn that he sing won’t be of love
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| Angels are immune to love and desire
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| You reach down slowly to the gut of the fire
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| The smell of the sin (x3)
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| The smell of the glory
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| These are the things you loved me for (x5) |