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Christ on the cross as it's illustrated. |
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I'm body soft and disintegrated. |
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I'm in this self half-illuminated. |
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I'm on the call but it's distant and faded |
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And myself for the robber denied. |
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I chased all I lost down to spiraling silence. |
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I'm on your side it's just so hard to see you. |
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I'm on the side of the ghost and the needle. |
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It's the choice in my hand |
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the suicide or the slaughtered lamb. |
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When it's so full of tricks |
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I'll be toasting the gold lights of life. |
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The trail is cold and hard |
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the course of the light of the child. |
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A slow messenger |
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I'm in charge of the coal and the fire. |
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White noise calling on a sudden deluge. |
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I'm chased out of breath trying to come back to you. |
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I'm in arrest of the subtle hues. |
| [02:24.31] |
Oh, I'm in this self-sick solitude. |
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The sky's fallen soft to the silence renewed. |
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I erased all the tops from the tall city view. |
| [02:37.36] |
I'm in the flesh of the hungering few. |
| [02:41.26] |
Oh, I'm on the call trying to get back to you. |
| [02:48.25] |
It's the choice in my hand |
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the suicide or the slaughtered lamb. |
| [02:56.77] |
When it's so full of tricks |
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I'll be toasting the gold lights of life. |
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The trail is cold and hard |
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the course of the light of the child. |
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A slow messenger |
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I'm in charge of the coal and the fire. |
