on bated breath i wait
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and the scent i smell
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anticipated death from
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the windowsill
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beg the rains flow
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give the wind your will
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pray the gods you serve
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get their greedy fill
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pass the cup you spill
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at the demons will
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unwanted speech did preach
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through the fishes' gill
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but the boughs quaked
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and the waters flowed
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and the stones you threw
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stood up to tell
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i wondered the state
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of the cross, and again
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i wondered the state
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of the cross, and again
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derived to find if i'd
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open wide my lips
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and touch your
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burning fingertips
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that honey you've fed me
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but you've led me
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to my grave
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Monday did show
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that the city'd glow
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the ashes rose up high
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and the rains did flow
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i wondered the state
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of the cross, and again
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i wondered the state
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of the cross, and again
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and again
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Bated
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Accidental Superhero |