| The first rose to rise up in the ruins of the flood
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| You brought me down like a hawk to your glove
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| But a poor girl is made out of sorrow and blood
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| Some hearts survive but mine isn’t one
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| And we go once down the aisle
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| Twice 'round the stars
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| You had all the persuasion of a snake on my arm
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| And seven times the charm
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| My dreams grew like feathers and fell all at once
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| Much too heavy but never enough
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| To lay down beside you and cover you up
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| Only God should deserve so much love
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| And we go once down the aisle
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| Twice 'round the stars
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| You had all of the gleam of the jewels on my arm
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| And seven times the charm
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| The same way the earth moves under you like it does
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| And swallows the light of the sun
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| I didn’t feel you turning didn’t know what it was
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| But the rains had already begun
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| I never once saw you smile
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| As I pulled you into my arms
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| You had none of the kindness and all of the harm
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| And seven times the charm |