| You cut her name into your heart
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| You burn his name into your arm
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| Cast out the pig you kiss as love
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| Heaven is closed for now you are alone
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| This too, this too shall pass away
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| This too, this too will pass away
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| Listen, Steven is singing to you
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| The pain of life you wipe away
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| A reason, that fine gray ash shall
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| Recall these days
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| Inquire
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| The serpent
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| To become a rag of a dream
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| Interred
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| You arrive
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| And you wave your hand as if she could care
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| But she can’t
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| Nor can you
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| The relinquishing and a flickering
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| Out of loss
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| This too, this too shall pass away
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| This too, this too shall fade away
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| Listen, Steven is singing to us
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| The pain of life you wipe away
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| This too, this too shall pass away
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| This pain will pass away
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| Listen, Steven is singing to us
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| The pain of life you wipe away
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| Perhaps depraved is who you are
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| Why not?
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| Depraved at least you’re not alone
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| Overcome by the truth you face that you can’t
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| Get up or look up
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| At the moon
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| Without throwing up and it
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| Stays the same all the time
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| Lie and wait
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| It could stop again like a bee
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| It will die
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| When it stings you once
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| And its small bee’s head will fall off
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| This too, this too shall pass away
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| This pain will pass away
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| Listen, Steven is singing to you
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| The pain of life you wipe away |