| So you found me at the end of my life
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| By the bend in the river at dawn
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| Have you come to my aid, are there deals to be made
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| Red lines in the sand to be drawn
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| Now that you’re here, pray tell me, my dear
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| Why it is you’ve come to my door
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| By virtue of sin, should I let you in?
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| I can’t say you’ll suffer no more
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| So they tied you to the stake in your heart
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| And they taught you to treasure the pain
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| To keep you in place they lied to your face
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| And bought you with measured disdain
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| And now that you’ve seen your part in the dream
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| You’ll need to be lost to belong
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| The story that ends before it begins
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| Means nothing is written in stone
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| Once there was a time I might have
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| Been for you a guiding light
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| Cross my heart and hope to die
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| A thousand needles in my eye
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| The damage is already done
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| When it’s over as soon it must be
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| Please mention my name to the wind
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| The trouble I see for you and for me
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| Is nobody wins in the end
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| I was once as young and wild
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| As you, my dark-eyed woman-child
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| How I spend my days in dread
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| Is how it is I’ve made my bed
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| I can’t teach or preach or reach
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| Beyond this bell we both know well
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| The damage, the damage
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| The damage is already done |