| Knock, knock, knock
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| Sound the blows to the forehead from the
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| Mock, mock, mock
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| Of the words, a voice I hear every morning
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| Stalking me from yesterday
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| The taunts of one who sought to frame
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| The picture of this desolate
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| This figure cowering
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| Every word a double edged sword
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| A double edged sword
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| My every word
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| Drop, drop, drop
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| Sound the sledge to the metal
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| Shot, shot, shot
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| Sound the pin to the chamber
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| My own words pound after me
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| Intentions bent on conquering
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| The very will I proudly claimed
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| Was the very axe that cut the nape
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| Every word a double edged sword
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| A double edged sword
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| My every word
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| (I'll never, ever look back
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| All the time it was me
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| Sitting still, sitting still
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| Arrogant mindset of lusts
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| They search and strain and drink and stagger
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| When we are hollow
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| Sitting still, sitting still
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| You hate us cause we’ll never go away)
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| «You can drown
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| In your own mistakes
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| Burrowing into the black
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| Or you can take my hand»
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| Double
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| Edged
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| Sword
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| My every word
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| «This gift was never yours
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| So why would you ever think
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| The words you said were your own?
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| I have chosen
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| And breathed
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| And forgiven
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| And changed
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| Purged
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| And cleaned
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| And forgave
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| And bathed
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| Carried
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| And soothed
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| And burned
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| And spoken
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| Spoken and spoken
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| Spoken and spoken
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| Spoken and spoken…
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| Yours is not to proclaim… but only to obey." |