| A home removed, a life resumed right here
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| The Priest and the rosary
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| The book and the bond between he and me has long since broken
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| A boy who’s grown, too short to see
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| A tale unfolds, too tall to be
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| A life once lived behind closed doors, the irony of the pensive whore
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| Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
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| A reprise, two times, the Dime, burn it to the ground
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| Ohhhh, on the ground
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| The inquiry of Ms. Terri
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| The expiry of misery
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| The table turns the sun long
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| The river bed, and he’s alone
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| The object of affection
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| Conflicted by convictions of indecency, sorority
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| Corrupted by impropriety
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| The cavalier, she hopes of him
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| In dissonance with experience
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| A boy who grows, with knife in hand
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| To fend for her, becomes a man
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| But she plays fake affection, and carefully lacks objection
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| To her gentleman caller’s twisted desires
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| Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
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| A reprise, two times, the dime, burn it to the ground
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| We dance around the room
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| My love, I’ll carry you
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| And I’ll teach you how to treat
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| That Leading lady that you’ll meet
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| We dance around the truth
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| My dear, I lie for you
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| But when I lie down
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| I’m simply lying to them too |