| When’s a crime forgiven by them
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| You can never live again
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| I can only advise to another
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| Never, o never forsake your brother
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| And where are my friends
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| And where is my family
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| They’ve all gone away
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| Though it’s I who have left them
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| I have heard death cry, I have heard him falter
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| I have heard him lie and escape unscathed
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| When he comes for me I will fuck him, o I will waste him in my own way
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| He is scum, but he wields great glory, o O to live forever in some oceany glow
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| Let new life rise in the face of death
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| Let it rise, let it take in what can’t be held
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| And with life, let me rise, let me stand up high
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| Let me then decide who all will die
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| For with me, I’d have all of everyone burn
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| And the rest suffer death in its own black blur
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| Let the others cry, while our voice is still
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| We will wait, we may lie like wolves in the fields
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| O hold your throats in silence a while
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| There is enough noise now from where they are
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| In the silence lie, in the silence take
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| O take in the rumor of a passing through
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| The house will be empty, a house of love |
| Calling out, there was nothing else for us to do
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| And where are the days
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| I used to be friendly |