There's not a prayer in the world
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In any sect or any tongue
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Holy enough to be answered
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To undo what's been done
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The urge to recoil and strike
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Swells like the tide
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This classic position
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A beginning which looks like the end
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It lingers to sting
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Abcess and canker
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Swollen decay
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Lusting forever
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The most wretched of flypaper thoughts race
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Across the mind as the moan like a whore
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Their only love is to linger and sting
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And swell by feeding on the hurt they bring
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You won't live through this
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Why Hyenas Laugh
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Most Precious Blood |