Who shot that arrow in your throat?
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Who missed the crimson apple?
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It hung heavy on the tree above your head
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This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
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Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars
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Gloria,
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We lied, we can't go on
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This is the time and this is the place to be alive
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Who shot that arrow in your throat?
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Who missed the crimson apple?
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And there is discord in the garden tonight
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The sea is wine red
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This is the death of beauty
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The doves have died
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The lovers have lied
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I cut the arrow from your neck
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Stretched you beneath the tree
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Among the roots and baby's breath
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I covered us with silver leaves
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Gloria,
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We lied, we can't go on
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This is the time and this is the place to be alive
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The sea is wine red
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This is the death of beauty
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The doves have died
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The lovers have lied
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The sea is wine red
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This is the death of beauty
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The doves have died
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The lovers have lied
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The sea is wine red (Gloria, we lied)
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This is the death of beauty (this is the time and place)
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The doves have died (Gloria, we lied)
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The lovers have lied (this is the time and place)
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Wine Red
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The Hush Sound |