| I drag your corpse up off of the road, find a vacant house where we can lay our
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| shattered bones
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| Something familiar, something abandoned, somewhere where the vultures can pick
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| apart our damage
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| I lay your body, clean it to the teeth, I pray before the sunlight that the
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| angels capture me
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| Oh, girl now that you know, practicing voodoo is not my m. |
| o
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| But if blood’s what she wants then my blood it will flow over your body and
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| under the door
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| I make my penance with wrong I have done under the pressure of a steel-plated
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| gun
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| I found a Bible as I scraped up the boards, an ironic piece of laughter as I
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| cried even more
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| I felt cursed, I felt blessed, the heart of every angel pumping gold into my
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| chest
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| What’s a snake, what’s an apple after you break all the hearts of every apostle
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| Oh, girl now that you know we’ll be stuck in this house we can call a home
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| I pull the hammer the barrel explodes out through my mouth and through the
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| window
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| Yeah
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| Pray, I pray, I pray until the end of the night
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| Pray, I pray, I pray for the end of the night
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| I pray for my forgiveness, I pray for sunlight
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| Every little whisper that you spoke to me (Heaven can’t hear us)
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| Every little promise that you said you’d keep (Heaven can’t hear us)
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| Every time we sinned I kept it locked under key (Heaven can’t hear us)
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| Every single priest I paid to bless us to sleep and every time I pray — I pray
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| our souls God will keep |