In you I was invited
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So in your arms I'll die
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Every other man got away
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But I won't even try
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Twenty coins in your pocket
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Twenty nails in your coffin
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With faith and salvation
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Oh you must be joking
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Now the moon has a watchful eye
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And it bleeds in the sky
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And the red rock drips on rocket ships
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And you hid your eyes
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cause you just couldn't take it
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Years of delusion put scars on your face
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And we'd make the earth quake
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With every step that we'd take
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You're hung on your mission
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Of destroying your vision
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Constricted and timid
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you're a time bomb ticking
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All the heavens in the clouds
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Are a pendelum swinging down
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So hurry up young man
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Go and bury your head
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And know no one's around right now
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to water the ground
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Hey big daddy what's on your mind?
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All the things that you're thinking of
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All the time
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Is it heresy to speak of
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Or an undying love?
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If you told me it wouldn't change me
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You said you'd act boldly
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But your hesitating
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Now I'll escape and I'll never come back around
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Well you won't learn nothing
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Until you bend down and taste the ground
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Taste the ground
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All the colors, grey
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In your head made of hay
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Won't you take me now?
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For the hearst will stop
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Then the flesh will rot
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And the blood moon we see is an act
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It's an act of god
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Blood Moon
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Deer Tick |