| Who wrote those lines on the wall?
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| Let’s retrace where they scrawled ancient characters
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| It’s 2:00 and your sister’s slip, it falls
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| And the afternoon crawls across the room and tackles her
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| I don’t think that you would sink that ship that’s only passing through
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| 'Cause I don’t believe that you might be a murderess
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| But I saw inside each small, dark eye as it was turning blue
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| All the strength inside to do just what the captain says and hang the rest
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| And moved by the rhyme in the psalm
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| We agreed that it was wrong and to believe in it
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| Ooh, swooned the wall all night long
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| But a lie’s a lie, no matter what guy’s breath’s in it
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| I don’t know that I would go that far down some dark avenue
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| With a whispering crew of shadows all protecting it
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| But I saw inside each small white lie as it was turning true
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| The ability to do all things expected of it
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| I don’t think that you would sink that ship that’s only passing through
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| 'Cause I don’t believe that you might be a piratess
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| Did you hide inside each small white lie, before you turned it true
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| The ability to do all things the captain says?
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| Oh murderess in the wilderness, with your victims all around you
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| Their combined love forms a pool your knife’s reflected in
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| And now I’m ready, too, with my throat to you. |
| On this mountain. |
| By this moon
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| And what I want the most to do is prove that I’m not like them |