| I want to keep the weakest one
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| I want to make him mine
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| Salvation born within my hands
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| I want to feed him every pill
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| And breed the gift of life
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| All my faith just keeps me ill
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah!
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| Your tiny hands pursue my heart
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| You wind me in the womb
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| There’s nothing left to tear apart
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Every crime that hangs its head
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| Burns for someone else
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| You drink my blood and knock me dead
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| All my intentions are bred by the worst
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| Inheriting the family curse
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| And as I grow older and dig a hole in the Earth
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| I bury my enemy’s birth
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| Over the median, pushing through time
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| Scratching a hole through the wall
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| And I suspect your secrets slipped through my hands
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| With not a single one too small
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| Give me grief, my only strength
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| Hang me in the square
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| Tell me that it’s wrong to beg
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| I’m building up the great below
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| I’m breaking all your parts
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| Hold me down and tell me no
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah |