| And Now I stand inside this chapel
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| With no emotion, completely neutral
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| On the alter alone here I stand
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| In this place you built with your hands
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| And this sadness washes through me
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| But I start to wring it right out
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| And although no one is watching
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| I’m full of inhibition and doubt
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| Someone, someone please save me
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| Someone, someone save me
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| Someone, someone please save me
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| Someone, save me
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| On this white night we will wash ourselves
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| And bathe in silver moonlight
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| Drawn to Black Wash, we will line up
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| In the fountain, on the outside
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| You were everything that I wanted
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| Everything, yeah, that I needed
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| Everything that I wanted
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| Everything, yeah, that I needed
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| Everything that I wanted
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| Everything that I needed
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| Everything that I wanted
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| Everything that I needed (You were)
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| People like you have created
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| This ever growing secret cult
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| Victims like me will believe
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| That it’s all of our fault, all of my fault
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| And the light shines through the stain glass
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| And leaves a streak across my blank face
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| And inside this Church of Black Wash
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| We can never, ever escape
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| And the light shines through the stain glass
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| And leaves a streak across my blank face
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| And inside this Church of Black Wash
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| We can never, ever escape |