| So what?
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| Your friends all grew up
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| And you thought that
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| You could stay young
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| You can keep drinking blood
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| Set old pictures on fire
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| But your God’s walking truth
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| Of immortal desire
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| And I don’t remember it
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| I can’t remember it
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| Why I used to give a shit
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| Cause there are things you said
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| And awful things I said
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| That I can’t forget
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| There’s a monster inside my mouth
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| Who only wants to shut you out
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| And all the lies that calm him down
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| Are breaks in silence that make you proud
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| Killing angels right, one by one
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| Eating marrow and drinking blood
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| And though it seems like so much fun
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| My mouth is itchy from their holy tongues
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| I can’t forgive what I can’t forget
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| I can’t remember why we were upset
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| I’d give it all just to spare the truth
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| Saving grace over drinks for two
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| The little church right by the park
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| I thought I saw you there in the dark
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| Slamming fists on the big old door
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| You got your health but you wanted more
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| And I don’t remember it
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| I can’t remember it
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| Why I used to give a shit
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| Cause there are things you said
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| And awful things I said
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| That I can’t forget
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| An angel
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| A fly trap
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| The flags wave
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| At half-mast
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| The church bells
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| The floor drain
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| We drink her
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| And then pray
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| I’ve never felt so young
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| I’ve never felt so young
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| I’ve never felt so young
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| I can hear the fires on the sun
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| I can’t forgive what I can’t forget
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| I sleep at night with a thousand regrets
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| You break my heart every smile you fein
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| Batting lashes, looking young again
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| Every angel inside your gut
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| Aching for your soul to suck
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| Screaming for their bodies back
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| In your digestive tract
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| Tempt me, yeah tempt me, I dare you, just tempt me
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| Tempt me pretty baby, you know I’ll do it for you
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| I’ll kill another angel for their fountain of youth
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| We’re free from the devil
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| And free from your God
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| But we’re stuck here in limbo
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| Forever forgot
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| And we may look young
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| But our souls still grow old
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| Tired of stories and books we both wrote
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| And it goes on and on and on and on
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| On and on and on and on
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| Angels forever will sing this song
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| On and on and on |