I stare as my weak knees wilt
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longing trying to touch the embrace that has left me
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and I had you
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and your kindness was there
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now pieces of you hate me
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I am not a portrait on your heart no more
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but I still kiss the feelings that emerge from my pulse
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and memories seep from my eyes
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knowing that love has gone further
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than my soft hand can reach
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the utmost apology is what I can lay on your face but
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will you swallow me whole?
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nothing can compare
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and you continue to dance in me
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and I continue to bleed
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but nothing can compare
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I have killed the one thing that exceeds my existence
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Angel
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| Walls of Jericho |
