See the light and feel my warm desire
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Run through your veins like the evening sun
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My father was a handsome man
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But I am his exception
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And at each station of hatred
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I still claim to be his son
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See the light and feel my warm desire
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Run through your veins like the evening sun
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It will live but no eyes will see it
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I was broken in the water
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I may be this way forever
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Eyes will see it
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With the music of my flesh
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And creeping hair around my neck
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Eyes will see it
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At the rim of cotton
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On my bedroom dress
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The gunfire of his hate
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Launches my excess
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But my wish won't kill him
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Though even God forgot me
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My words weak and I'll
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Misery wrote my plea
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This will be his will
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No eyes will see it
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The Music Of Flesh
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| My Dying Bride |
