In the life of the wrong a love lingered on,
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Love lingered on to frustration.
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And if our love is so wrong, what should we do alone?
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Or am I just a picture in a photograph?
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Why are we stuck in this pantomime fearing a god who died?
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One who would not deny lovers?
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And I don't care what they say, if what you need is your faith,
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Then take a look at my face and know
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That till your rapture falls to pieces
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Until your rapture falls to pieces
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Find in me the room to breathe,
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Simple things like suffering
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Life had gone this way
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Life is gone this way
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Still in the life of the wrong we all moved along
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Another life evolved to gestation
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And so we made our way with the mistake we made
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But she was just a picture from a photograph
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So she walked in the baby's room
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Knowing what she should do leaves me in
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Absolute horror
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She put her hand on its lips and gave it
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One last kiss
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And sang some tune that went
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Until your rapture falls to pieces
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Till your rapture falls to pieces
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Find in me the room to breathe,
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Simple things like suffering
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And I would and I would, destroy your god
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Yes I would if I could destroy your god
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Because you're born again
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Until you're worn again,
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Until your rapture falls to pieces
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Till your rapture falls to pieces
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Find in me the room to breathe,
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Sinful things like suffering
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Till your rapture falls to pieces
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Till your rapture falls to pieces
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But, if this must be, then burn with me
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Anything
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Just don't leave
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So find in me the room to breathe
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Sinful things like suffering
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Till your rapture falls to pieces
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She swore she heard the voice of Jesus
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Telling her it was wrong to keep it
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And one more thing, it looked like me
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Back when it breathed
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Rest in peace
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Under the rapture comes to meet us
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Rapture
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