| Oh joy
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| Oh rapture
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| Oh decline of space and time
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| To find love in the shimmer of blood on stone
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| To find passion in a maze of sun bleached bones
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| Look me in the face
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| Who of us is more confused?
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| Look me in the face
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| And tell me you don’t need being used
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| It all begins with one descent
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| One downfall, one great lament
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| It cures its heart, but leaves the parts
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| All stream across the blood-red sand
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| If I lead, will you follow
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| Across the heavens and against the tide?
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| If I lead, will you follow
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| To rip the truth from the lies? |