| Maker, fucking show me what you’re made of
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| You watch us through your window
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| You did the best you could
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| Father, in the skies I see a fire
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| And if I told you it’s the devil
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| Would you look him in the eye?
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| You’re breaking my heart
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| I cry up to god
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| But you’ve gone to meet your maker in the sky
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| Maker, and in your name I say a prayer
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| To send me to the gallows, and put me in her arms
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| Angel, and in her eyes I see halos
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| And though your days were good and long
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| You’ve gone and left me here. |
| Oh, iron bells
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| Ring for me, pray for me, they can’t have you
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| Visions of angels distracted by liars and thieves
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| Thieves of the progress and all that we’ve achieved
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| In your heart
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| You’re breaking my heart
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| I cry up to god
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| But you’ve gone to meet your maker in the sky
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| I love you, and when I see you again
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| You will bring me to my knees
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| When my heart-strings no longer bleed
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| Dried up and cold in the ground
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| God isn’t scared of you
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| God he loves you if you show him where you bleed
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| In your heart |