| In the fields lush with gold
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| The sweat runneth over her body
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| Close her eyes as she wonders why she feels
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| Like she’s rotting
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| She knows there’s something better
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| He always slammed the door
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| And now the tears fall, they fall to the floor
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| He thinks he’s something better
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| Than anyone can hate
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| Believes a man this could make
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| With an iron hand, he rules the land
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| A dark brutal fist that condemned her
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| The sands in time that rule the mind
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| How can I keep her safe, and alive
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| The legends tell of beloved sin
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| The altar of sacred hearts lost deep within
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| The sun will shine in her eyes
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| That’s open wide, like a mirror
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| The strips are cut with leather
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| Deepens her wounds much more
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| The sadness so deep the tears never fall
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| Now forced to choose his future
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| Between the love and hate
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| He’s still the man that’s been holding her fate
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| With an iron hand, he rules the land
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| A dark brutal fist that condemned her
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| The sands in time that rule the mind
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| How can I keep her safe, and alive
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| Holy Father, I confess
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| For her love, which I profess
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| Holy Father, there’s no sin
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| Without my throne, can I live?
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| If he were gone, and I would reign
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| No longer would we feel the pain
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| But how can I deceive the throne
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| That holds my flesh and bone
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| The tears rolling down her face
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| The blood is spilled from her body
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| There is a day that I will pray
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| That sends the hand embracing her his way
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| My thoughts cannot touch her, I fear for her life
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| The blood, the pain that’s in his heart, I cannot tell a lie
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| With an iron hand, he rules the land
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| A dark brutal fist that condemned her
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| The sands in time that rule the mind
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| How can I keep her safe, and alive
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| With an iron hand, he rules the land
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| A dark brutal fist that condemned her
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| The sands in time that rule the mind
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| How can I keep her safe? |