| A sense of peace was falling on the universal night
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| And it gave me a pause to reason why I live
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| To never cease the calling of the consequential right
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| And it gave me cause and reason why they give
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| The first thing I remember was the shadow 'cross my heart
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| And they matched the beauty hidden in their soul
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| The next was 'cross the universe, as it came apart
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| And the sum of the parts became whole
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| Stalking and hunting, profession in blood
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| Working the night to a throne
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| Chalking an outline, experience must
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| Invisible, never alone
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| I can take you anywhere
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| Take all that you give
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| I can free you from despair
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| Killing just to live
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| Live to kill
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| Kill to live
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| Killing for a living, killing just to live
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| I looked across the answers, though questions didn’t exist
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| And found that I was never alone
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| We cut away the cancer and continued to resist
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| But the outcome of the night remained unknown
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| The next thing I remember were the years across my face
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| And they matched only the beauty of scars
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| The next was 'cross the universe into time and space
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| And to know together, we’d have to go too far
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| Bleeding a nation, casualty time
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| Breaking the back of the core
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| Promised salvation, a casual crime
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| Feeding and fucking the whore
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| Make my living on borrowed time
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| I make the clock stand still
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| Keep my hands 'round what is mine
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| Living just to kill
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| Live to kill
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| Kill to live
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| C’mon now kill a little kindness, give the worst of your best
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| C’mon now and shake a little madness, put the dead to rest
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| I can give you reasons, 2−5 to the bone
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| They can give you all you ever wanted
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| When you’re far away from home
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| C’mon now kill a little kindness, give the worst of your best
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| C’mon now and shake a little madness, put the dead to rest
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| So as the plot will thicken and time is not a friend
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| The blessing comes but one in a life
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| Across the crowded universe that hastens to an end
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| Through memories of one time in a night
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| And what will I remember through the by and by
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| To have and hold and turn about the chill
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| That this was not the pause to die
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| But to live to kill |