| I’ve got infection turned to marrow in my bones
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| Transmitted sexually to thoughts of us alone
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| I can’t pretend to live so comfortably
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| When the mess you lade left bitter tastes about my tongue and cheeks
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| Pushing up daisies and roses turning to dust in our hands
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| Out in the woods is a place you can bury your dead
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| Where it gets so lonely
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| I’ve got something I need to show you alone
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| So long redemption there’s no part that fits me best
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| I’ve jailed affection and have sentenced him to death
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| I won’t defend the guilt your love is charged
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| A jury made of conscience reads the calling of their hearts |