| The dying saints held their faith
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| With blood-stained prayers
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| The wicked gods gave the poets
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| Regret and despair
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| Now some ruffians and grifters
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| Might fall in love with no hesitation
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| Whether with harlots or virgins
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| It’s no guarantee of salvation
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| When I plead my cause before the court of heaven
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| Before I likely take my place in hell
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| The regrets, I’ll own forever
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| 'Cause I’ll not see my love again
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| And in times of cold, she’ll be alone as well
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| Our scrapes were not lethal
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| And my crimes just purloined schemes
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| She prayed for my atonement
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| Some souls can’t be redeemed
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| A rose leaves its fragrance
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| When tread on by a heel
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| So when I’ve come to where all light is gone
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| Her essence will be with me still
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| When I plead my cause before the court of heaven
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| Before I likely take my place in hell
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| The regrets, I’ll own forever
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| 'Cause I’ll not see my love again
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| And in times of cold, she’ll be alone as well
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| The regrets, I’ll own forever
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| 'Cause I’ll not see my love again
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| And in times of cold, she’ll be alone as well |