| With a cross between her legs
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| She went to say her final vow
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| Brushed her hair aside with oil
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| And in your head you made a smile
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| But they don’t know, they don’t care
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| They don’t even understand
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| And they sigh while the sleep
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| The prayers will stay beneath their sheets
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| You say the universe is weak
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| But in your head, you bend your knees
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| In her eyes, you saw the highest of the highs
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| And all its weight
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| In her simple mind you grabbed to all the truths
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| You kept away
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| But they don’t know, they don’t care
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| They don’t even understand
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| And they sigh while they sleep
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| The prayers will stay beneath their sheets
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| You say the universe is weak
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| But in your head you bend your knees
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| The suburb prayed and ate its meat
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| The deer smelt nice you made a wish
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| For it to end, for it to end
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| To own complete the emptiness
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| You wished and smiled the night away
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| And it was neat, you gave away
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| You gave away your final touch
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| The sky caved in and you were crushed |