I cannot turn my life unto you
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what must i do?
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a storm of ebeny hair
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a hail of wickedness
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handsome as a god
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wild and shameless
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given the prize of beauty
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image of wretchedness
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divine like no other
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kiss the poison breast
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flamed like the sun
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lives made undone
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words soft as snow
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souls claimed and won
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an opiate drugged haze
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beds of shapeless dust
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cries all night
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dreams of my filthy lust
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lair of hopelessness
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mires of sorrow
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never fails
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our lives are borrowed
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hold fast my soul
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she waits for me in my dreams
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every night misery brings
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haunts my day. haunts my wake
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oh, my lord cant you feel her grow
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inside of me. tearing my mind
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for once my lord please help me
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believe in you
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she claims the day in her name
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over you and over me
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we dare to be ourselves
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next to her and all her war
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she comes our way and takes the day
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from my hands, it is her way
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the milk of woman fill up my
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branching veins and lonely heart
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trembling children she adores
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and gives flight to her art
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when april sheds her fitful rain
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glory be, we may live again
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truly my hope will perish within her
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truly as always i cannot forgive her
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cruelly she keeps me near to her
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forever to this day
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The Prize Of Beauty
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| My Dying Bride |
