| I cannot taste the anger
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| Rage leaves me undone
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| And vices of the flesh won’t satisfy
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| Innocence could serve us
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| If purity was truth
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| Forbidden words are like a loaded gun
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| Conscience won’t betray you
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| When purity is gone
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| Wounds are worn like medals long adorned
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| Laid low, evading capture
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| A lifetime on the run
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| Don’t know the day when I last saw the sun
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| The intentions of a saint
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| With demons at your side
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| A prophet, like a killer on the run
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| A heretic, an angel
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| In some small forgotten town
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| Forsaken by the one you’re waiting for
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| Battle and provoke me
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| My principles remain
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| I’ll relish each forbidden word you say
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| Give me love, if love is salvation
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| Give me love, the spirit inflamed
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| Give me something, give me peace or give me war
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| Give me love, drown me in healing
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| Give me love, majestic and great
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| Immerse me in the workings of your mind
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| Give me love
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| Give me love, if love is salvation
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| Give me love, the spirit inflamed
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| Give me something, give me peace or give me war
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| Give me love, drown me in healing
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| Give me love, majestic and great
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| Immerse me in the workings of your mind
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| Give me love
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| If love is salvation
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| Give me love
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| Give me something
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| Give me peace or give me war
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| Give me love |