This morning ends the thrill, for you just made your kill,
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You took that dream and slowly slit its throat
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The quiet burns my ears, my senses are aware,
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The morning sun tears through last night¡¯s snow
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Do you know what I¡¯ve been feeling,
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Did you know my mind was reeling,
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Have you ever seen the sun go down on such a perfect thrill,
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Such a perfect thrill, yeah you just made your kill
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There¡¯s blood upon the ground, there¡¯s silence through the town,
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Your crime has not yet frozen morning smiles
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You know they¡¯ll track your feet, you know you¡¯ve cut them deep,
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You¡¯ll leave us now and walk those lonely miles
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Do you know what I¡¯ve been feeling,
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Did you know my mind was reeling,
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Have you ever seen the sun go down on such a perfect thrill,
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Such a perfect thrill, yeah you just made your kill
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You turned your back,
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Broke from this track,
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For empty halls where your fear calls,
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Slip through the door,
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Out into night,
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You steal through town under moonlight...
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I¡¯ve been blind lately, despite these climes I¡¯m wading in,
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You¡¯ve got lies lady, but over time I¡¯ll share your sins...
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Perfect Thrill
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Pilate |