The voices started one Sunday morn
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As the priest was praising her god's first born
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They told her what to do, the time and the place
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The words from beyond urged forth with haste
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She said, tell me once, tell me again
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How I can serve, to pay for my sins
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With the razor's edge, with the razor's edge
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With the razor's edge, with the razor's edge
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The voices grew strong, louder every day
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She could not believe, what they did say
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To kill her own two sons, and take her own life
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It was the holy words, for the holy night
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"GIVE THEM THE RAZOR'S EDGE"
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She did as she was told then cried herself to sleep
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And when she awoke she saw her own deed
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The voices promised, god said it so
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Her turn was due, this she did know
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She said, tell me once, tell me again
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How I can serve, to pay for my sins
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With the razor's edge, with the razor's edge
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With the razor's edge, with the razor's edge
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With the razor's edge
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With the razor's edge
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With the razor's edge
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The voices promised
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With the razor's edge
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God said it so
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The Razor's Edge
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| Kenziner |
