O. we promise pretty things,
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And we pledge with diamond rings;
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We profess undying love.
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But does that word hold any weight?
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We reserve the right to break
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Any vow that draws our blood.
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Our word is so faint and feeble,
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Broken by the slightest breeze or breath.
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Our hearts are, they're so deceitful,
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Sick and filled with lies that lead to death.
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We are cowards and thieves.
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Will we never turn to grieve the damage done?
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Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become?
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What we have become.
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Yea we get down on one knee
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O, we play at chivalry
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But we do not count the cost.
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We say, "On me you can depend,"
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And "I will be there till the end,"
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Though we will not bear the cross.
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Our word is so faint and feeble,
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Broken by the slightest breeze or breath.
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Our hearts are, they're so deceitful,
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Sick and filled with lies that lead to death.
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We are cowards and thieves.
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Will we never turn to grieve the damage done?
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Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become?
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What we have become.
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We are cowards and thieves.
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Will we never turn to grieve the damage done?
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Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become?
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What we have become.
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Cowards and thieves.
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Will we never turn to grieve the damage done?
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Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become?
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What we have become.
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Promises
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