| Well, of all those seven deadly sins
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| I wore around my neck for him:
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| Hunger, Anger, Lust and Greed
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| Envy, Pride and Jealousy—
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| There was one, I guess, that was the worst of all
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| That gave a little push
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| Started the fall from grace that I took so hard
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| I took so long, so long and far
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| But I just couldn’t spend me another night
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| In the cold, cold bed of the butcher’s wife
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| So afraid to fall asleep, afraid to wake
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| And afraid to dream
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| No, I just couldn’t stay, I couldn’t wait it out
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| And bite my tongue for another hour
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| One more endless day
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| Day after night and night after day
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| Well, it’s been a two-year stint in no man’s land
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| Nobody here really gives a damn
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| So why can’t we call it a draw
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| In the bloody war to end all wars?
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| In the bloody war
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| In the bloody war
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| In the bloody bloody war
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| In the bloody bloody war
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| Well, I’m far too quick with the poison pen
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| Can’t believe I’m writing again after all these goddamned years
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| And someday when the ghosts have all gone home
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| Far too late to be rattling bones, then will you lay me down
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| Lay me down? |
| Oh, will you let it be?
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| Such a bloody war
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| Such a bloody war
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| Such a bloody bloody war
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| Such a bloody war
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| Such a bloody war
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| Such a bloody bloody war |