It's hiding in the corner
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of every sacred place
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before the ambush you won't want to
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recognize its face
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It slithers like a viper
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readies its attack
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tears your flesh and soul apart
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then clings on to your back
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But not till it turns away
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can you feel the pain of all the damage done
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and you may notice that
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this quick opiate
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might wear the wings of angels
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that's when you realize
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you've been shot down
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wounded unto death by something called love
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It followed you to hell, Ange
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a double agentwho
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will listen your every lie
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but never tell on you
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(just whisper to you true)
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It promises you silk things
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but burns the clothes you wear
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gives you leave in heaven
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and you scream that it's unfair
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to force you to compare
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But not till it turns away
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can you feel the pain of all the damage done
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and you may notice that
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this quick opiate
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might wear the wings of angels
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that's when you realize
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you've been shot down
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wounded unto death by something called love...
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Cupid's Got A Brand New Gun
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Michael Penn |