| To be saved and to be lost
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| In the same breath
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| And to teach obedience still
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| No flesh so perfect
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| To ever find rest
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| Behind your temper’s will
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| There’s always some fear in love
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| There’s always an ax above
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| No need to shoo flies
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| Nothing but mockery
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| Is what you inflamed in me
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| No need for further lies
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| Have you learned to walk only to run?
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| How is a man to remain silent
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| In face of this
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| Prudent in face of this?
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| Have you learned to touch only to hurt?
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| How is a man to remain silent
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| In face of this
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| Prudent in face of this?
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| Our courage wants to laugh
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| Our anger wants to sing
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| So let him who writes these songs
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| In blood
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| Let him be without sin
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| There’s always some fear in love
|
| There’s always an ax above
|
| No need to shoo flies
|
| Nothing but mockery
|
| Is what you inflamed in me
|
| No need for further lies
|
| Have you learned to walk only to run?
|
| How is a man to remain silent
|
| In face of this
|
| Prudent in face of this?
|
| Have you learned to touch only to hurt?
|
| How is a man to remain silent
|
| In face of this
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| Prudent in face of this?
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| Hold, hold, …
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| Spit on each new idol
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| Don’t you follow me
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| Burn down each new altar
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| Don’t you believe in me
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| There’s always some fear in love
|
| There’s always an ax above
|
| No need to shoo flies
|
| Nothing but mockery
|
| Is what you inflamed in me
|
| No need for further lies
|
| Have you learned to walk only to run?
|
| How is a man to remain silent
|
| In face of this
|
| Prudent in face of this?
|
| Have you learned to touch only to hurt?
|
| How is a man to remain silent
|
| In face of this
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| Prudent in face of this? |