| Delayed in the headlong
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| Resembled to breaking-point
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| I swear you never slept at night
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| When the growing is slow
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| After me, I’m no man’s son
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| Run out of recognise
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| The blood of our split back without his prisoner
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| The distance rigged in his eyes
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| Rock of cast-offs, bury me
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| Hide my soul and sink us free
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| Rock of cast offs, bury me
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| Hide my soul and pray us free
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| From the host of late-comers
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| A miracle enters the streets
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| Shining with rain
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| He is shaking to wash the murder away
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| The shadow of the son made the son a shadow
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| It’s never night when I die
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| That desert clouds under and so Lord lightens
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| Sleepers wait there with wounds in their sides
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| In the strength of the crime
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| You sing like a stranger
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| And your failure fulfills
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| Your most secret defeat
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| After me I’m no man’s son
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| Run out of recognise
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| A life of it’s own lays down the horizon
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| The distance rigged in it’s eyes
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| Rock of cast-offs, bury me
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| Hide my soul and sink us free
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| Rock of cast offs, bury me
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| Hide my soul and pray us free |