| Last night I saw your face in the hallowed light
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| You were standing taller than the mountain side
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| Your long hair flowed down in blues and whites
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| I just stood there, bathed in the quiet
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| No, you say you’ll cut your bangs
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| I’m calling your bluff
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| When you lie to me it’s in the small stuff
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| You say you’ll cut your bangs
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| I’m calling your bluff
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| When you lie to me it’s in the small stuff
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| Now your mouth is foaming like a rabid dog
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| And where the river flowed is now a clouded fog
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| Your teeth are gnashing louder than your monologue
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| And I just stood there bathed in the quiet
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| No, you say you’ll cut your bangs
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| I’m calling your bluff
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| When you lie to me it’s in the small stuff
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| You say you’ll cut your bangs
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| I’m calling your bluff
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| When you lie to me it’s in the small stuff
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| Now the flesh is melting off of your bones
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| The maggots around your heart make themselves at home
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| And where the river flowed, I am left alone
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| I just stood there, bathed in the quiet
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| No, you say you’ll cut your bangs
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| I’m calling your bluff
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| When you lie to me it’s in the small stuff
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| You say you’ll cut your bangs
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| I’m calling your bluff
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| When you lie to me it’s in the small stuff
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| You say you’ll cut your bangs
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| I’m calling your bluff
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| When you lie to me it’s in the small stuff
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| You say you’ll cut your bangs
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| I’m calling your bluff
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| When you lie to me it’s in the smaaall |