| I would have given more
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| I tied my children to a dying horse
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| Stacked up against me
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| The bodies heaved and stank upon their gore
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| On the earth lying still
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| My father found me there
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| Ashamed and dying bare
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| I had spent many years
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| Destroying all around
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| Took everything I found
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| With a dying fall his voice left him
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| It shouldn’t be this way
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| Do not hope for any other
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| And he picked up my hand
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| I would have given more
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| They brought me misery
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| And they would not falter
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| We put down our ratchets
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| Upon them day and night
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| With brutal force and might
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| To dead men and absent
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| There are no friends left to
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| To scribe the things we do
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| When I wake up
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| I want to see you
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| Bring me the life
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| That is within you
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| I charge myself
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| Off your body
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| But in my arms
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| The darkness deepens
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| I’ll raise my hand to break you
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| If I don’t another will
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| I’ll raise my hand to break you
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| If I don’t another will
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| And my father left forever
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| It shouldn’t be this way
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| I sang long psalms of bitter verse
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| But God had turned away
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| Men are free at the blood of Christ
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| I wish it was this way
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| Breathing is faster and breathing is deeper
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| And falling no longer bothers me
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| Sinking is deeper, thinking is cleaner
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| Your love it flows away from me
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| The pool of Bethesda beckons me closer
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| Put off that closing evil hour
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| The Devil, he is very old indeed
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| We sit with a few stories to tell |