Lying on the floor, I hear it pounding down the door
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All them fuzzy, awful thoughts are floating into shore
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See these broken strings, you tore them with your lazy heart
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The wind in our open, tired grave - it's tearing us apart
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Cry! Oh angel cry
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Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes
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All the things these eyes have seen, this time they've really crossed the line
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I think I'll pack up all my shit and cross to Palestine
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Strip down all my clothes, I'm gonna run into the wild
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Leave you with my bitter wounds, leave you with my pride
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Cry! Oh angel cry
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Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes
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The Disciple
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| Asaf Avidan |
