(Steve Walsh / David Ragsdale)
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Buried deep under blood and skin
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A whisper a tempest is raging from within
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I hold my breath bitter proud
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Afraid to scream fire in the middle of a crowd
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I ponder incision envision the brain
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I beckon the surgeon to a slice against the grain
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now that I've waisted you
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the white room is pure the doctors are brave
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If there's a cure I want to be saved
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Sanctuary
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Under the knife sharp and shiny key
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Repair redeem resurrection
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Under the knife they'll cut you out of me
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Maybe love's imitation is life under the knife
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I have come to determine a reasonable doubt
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Where heaven and hell draw their boundary lines about
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Now that I've waisted you now that I've tasted you
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The white room had frost on the cold window pane
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Your love had been lost my love was in vain
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Sanctuary
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Cynical splices stitch and install
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Solder the filaments I feel nothing at all
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Second wind secrets let them rise let them fall
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I'll walk through your firestorm but never never crawl
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The gambler lives the blood stain dries
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It's time to forgive I open my eyes
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Sanctuary
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Under The Knife
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