| The horseman you have brought deserve me
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| Somehow they’ve made it through the floor
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| The clocks you set, are they reversing?
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| Before this visit turns conjugal evermore
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| Maybe tonight, oh…
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| So my half is waiting, filed to a pulp
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| Used insomnia’s been cleansing with floods
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| I got a pain inside that’ll rip through the very fabric of time
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| Cause I’ve been with you before God gave me sin
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| I’ve got to get born
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| Just so you know…
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| There’s too many reasons, too many reasons
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| Too many reasons, too many reasons
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| Too many rea-
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| You set the silver down to guard me from the weak
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| You check the spelling for nothing, nothing
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| You set the silver down to guard me from the weak
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| You check the spelling for nothing, nothing
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| You sent yourself the flood
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| All of this time
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| Bedsore containment
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| Where am I now
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| That the music has faded?
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| All of this time
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| Bedsore containment
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| Where am I now
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| That the music has faded?
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| And I’m nowhere near the place
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| You sent me here to breathe
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| But I’m drawing closer to the present
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| And I’ll find a space with no memories
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| I’ve got a second chance to inhabit the living
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| If Goliath won’t speak
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| I’m blinded by heaven
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| When will your Eden come die?
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| If the liars that blink
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| Are bound by the sender
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| Trinkets you gave have all rusted down
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| All of this time
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| Bedsore containment
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| Where am I now
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| That the music has faded?
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| All of this time
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| Bedsore containment
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| Where am I now
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| That the music has faded?
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| You better steal this chance to give birth to more
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| You’ll wear those healing damns down to the plug
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| All of this time
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| Bedsore containment
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| Where am I now
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| That the music has faded?
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| All of this time
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| Bedsore containment
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| Where am I now
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| That the music has faded?
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| You better steal this chance to give birth to more
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| You’ll wear those healing damns down to the plug |