| You better never tell nobody but God,
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| All the things I’ve seen.
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| From high above this haunted city,
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| Under elected thrones of thieves.
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| Where mighty men lay down their hearts
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| In the service of their queens.
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| And gave their bodies to be burned
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| Like I did before your feet.
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| Like she always tried for me,
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| Like now she does for me.
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| And underneath the tyranny of august and her sons,
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| Who sent fire from their fingertips in the holy vow of a teenage kiss.
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| Now we’re much too old for this,
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| And I don’t feel those kinds of things.
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| So don’t you cry for me,
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| I used to feel everything.
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| Oh but love… (run, run, run)
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| Oh but love… (run, run, run)
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| Oh but love… Love, love, love becomes…
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| Oh but love… Love, love, love becomes…
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| Love, love, love becomes…
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| Love, love, love becomes…
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| And all my love becomes…
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| And all my love, my love…
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| Became blood on stray paper.
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| Became blood on stray paper.
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| Became blood on stray paper.
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| Became blood on stray paper.
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| Became blood on stray paper.
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| Became blood on stray paper. |