| I put all the miles that could make me I struggle to use this hand
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| If all the moons lined up to set us a perfect trait
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| It’ll break you by first dawn
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| All this I should not know
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| Maybe she’ll show mercy, I’m afraid she cant
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| From the sickest corner of this, this feeble fucking mind
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| Awake the worst of my own demons to straight
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| Frayed by all this cursed chaos I’ve had by now
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| Take the praise and grace its run its course
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| Beneath her wretched sky we lie and I feel like I’ve lost my way
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| She says to me the gods received our thrilling gifts of gold
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| and wonder and temptress her goddess my blindness
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| Beneath her wretched sky
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| Beneath her wretched sky we lie and i feel like I’ve lost my way
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| She says to me the gods received our thrilling gifts of gold
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| and wonder, my blindness
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| Pour a fountain from my hand and a new foundation you’ll see
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| Justify the means of my purpose of very existence
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| Tried by gods on highest altar of arrogance
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| Bathe in fountain of this, my will
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| Beneath her wretched sky we lie and i feel like I’ve lost my way
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| She says to me the gods received our thrilling gifts of gold
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| and wonder and temptress her goddess my blindness
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| Beneath her wretched sky
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| Beneath her wretched sky we lie and I feel like I’ve lost my way
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| She says to me the gods received our thrilling gifts of gold
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| and wonder, my blindness
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| I crave the acceptance of those eyes that gaze down, destroy my…
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| Beneath her wretched sky we lie and I feel like I’ve lost my way
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| She says to me the gods received our thrilling gifts of gold
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| and wonder and temptress her goddess my blindness
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| Beneath her wretched sky
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| Beneath her wretched sky we lie and i feel like I’ve lost my way
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| She says to me the gods received our thrilling gifts of gold
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| and wonder, my blindness |