| All of my sins just burn away
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| Left longing for returning days
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| Saw spiders reaching for my bed
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| Left home never returned again
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| I plant my feet
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| I left the ground
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| I sought the wind too
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| I fought the sound
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| All my all my all my own
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| Could have grasped a vacant moan
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| Then the hush of violence
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| Crushed the pride of naked wind
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| Dance the dance of broken veins
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| By the hands of all attained
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| Look what’s left of my bled heart
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| Left before you from the start
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| I trust these words won’t save my fall
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| Won’t bother her from last night’s ball
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| We barely spoke and now we’re dead
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| Left maybe from this world instead
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| I plant my feet
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| I left the ground
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| I sought the wind too
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| I fought this out
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| Rip out the leather of her nice corvette
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| Leave it on the shoulder faced away from the street
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| Bother all the fathers make sure they’re asleep
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| Bleed all the spiders taste their bones for a week
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| And if that corpse decided to weep
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| Chop it up in thirds and let her face recede
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| Sip from the liver that kept her wet
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| Wrap it up in folded sheets somewhere she slept
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| Bother all the fathers make sure they’re asleep
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| Bleed all the spiders taste their bones for a week
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| All my all my all my own
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| Could have grasped a vacant moan
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| Then the hush of violence
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| Crushed the pride of naked wind
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| Dance the dance of broken veins
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| By the hands of all attained
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| Left before you all the same
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| Broken from the start |