Sing with me child,
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As my ears are bleeding,
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the dreams that we have now, seemed so fleeting.
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still your cradle, with no effort sways,
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where this monochromatic record is played.
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and i'll purse my lips to blow kisses goodbye,
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It's so easy if you never ask yourself why
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my lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh.
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shall we say an appendage has finally died?
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Or is it easier to go on with a smile, with flattering ease,
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And talk for awhile, Words fall from your mouth and are lost on the floor,
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And I can't go on singing anymore
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Oh the tale that you tell, oh the web that you've spun
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and the salt that was sprinkled on the things that you have done
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makes the anger oh so sweet,
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makes the world fall at your feet
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makes the pity that you pour over your head quite a treat,
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so go ahead and cry, and go ahead and lie,
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begin every sentence that you vomit with "I"
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And then Jesus will forgive you,
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but oh what can I do
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to see if there's enough forgiveness left for me
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But in all of Israel,
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father did you see
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someone who seeks himself so perfectly,
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The Pharisees would be so content with the sight of me
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The snakes would wrap around me and we'd dance across the sea,
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to ridicule you there and to spit upon your face
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Unsheathe this wicked tongue, and invite disgrace
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Isn't that the goal that I've always pursued?
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While I beg you, Lord to be used for you
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Under a light in Bethlehem i was sifting through the sand
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the saline burned my eyes
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i was looking for your hand,
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I gave up on myself, and left my pride disarmed
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I cried out "I'm Alone!" and found myself in your arms
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Rest in me oh my love
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I have loved you before the world began
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rest in me oh my love,
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you will never wander too far to reach my hand
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Did they not murder you?
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Did they not see you die?
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Hanging on a tree as life had left your eyes
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Did we not torture you?
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Smiling as you died.
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Or is it that you killed death itself, and now you are alive?
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I won't find you there,
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lying with yourself
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sleep under a rock until your mouth is full of insects
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i won't look for you, praying to your ceiling
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Swallow every snake and sing of your mistakes,
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Sing of your mistakes
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Put lipstick on your mirror
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Cry into your hands.
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And The Smokers And Children Shall Be Cast Down
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| Showbread |
