| Wrap my heart in gold
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| And tattoo it with red ink
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| I know it won’t be worth that much
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| But at least that stone will sink
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| And when you throw me in the river
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| Tie me to a golden cross
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| I know we don’t believe in much
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| But we all understand loss
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| I’ll gladly give you the keys to this kingdom of mine
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| Built from gravel and wine
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| Lost in time
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| We’ll all turn to dust, marrow and rust
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| Because at the end
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| It’s in nothing we trust
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| I’ll give you the keys to this kingdom of mine
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| Built from gravel and wine
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| Lost in time
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| We’ll all turn to dust, old pyrite lust
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| Because at the end
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| It’s in nothing we trust
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| If I washed my feet and pierced my skin
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| Could I let the blood that’s thick with sin
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| Before the sun comes out and burns it in
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| If you tied me up
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| Oh, I’d still find a way out of my mind
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| Oh I’d enjoy it
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| I’ll gladly give you the keys to this kingdom of mine
|
| Built from gravel and wine
|
| Lost in time
|
| We’ll all turn to dust, marrow and rust
|
| Because at the end
|
| It’s in nothing we trust
|
| I’ll give you the keys to this kingdom of mine
|
| Built from gravel and wine
|
| Lost in time
|
| We’ll all turn to dust, old pyrite lust
|
| Because at the end
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| It’s in nothing we trust
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| Blood for the blood god, let’s go
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| (1, 2, 3, go!)
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| I’ll gladly give you the keys to this kingdom of mine
|
| Built from gravel and wine
|
| Lost in time
|
| We’ll all turn to dust, marrow and rust
|
| Because at the end
|
| It’s in nothing we trust
|
| I’ll give you the keys to this kingdom of mine
|
| Built from gravel and wine
|
| Lost in time
|
| We’ll all turn to dust, old pyrite lust
|
| Because at the end
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| It’s in nothing we trust |