| The cold air is heavy, like a beast around my neck,
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| it’s a terrible feeling, this regret.
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| There’s a knot in my belly, reminding me I’ve sinned,
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| this gift keeps on giving, til the end.
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| Bury your heart with this guilt and regret,
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| it’s the surest way there is to kill a man.
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| Bury your love with this shame and contempt,
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| it’s the surest way there is to kill a man.
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| There’s a note on the levy, the flood is rushing in,
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| it’s a terrible feeling, this presents.
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| This boat isn’t steady, the hole is caving in,
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| shame has no mercy, in the end.
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| Bury your heart with this guilt and regret,
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| it’s the surest way there is to kill a man.
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| Bury your love with this shame and contempt,
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| it’s the surest way there is to kill a man.
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| I’m thinkin', over thinkin', over thinkin',
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| over thinkin' I’m thinkin', over thinkin', over thinkin',
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| over thinkin' I’m thinkin', over thinkin', over thinkin',
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| over thinkin', I’m thinkin', over thinkin', over thinkin'
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| over thinkin'
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| Bury your heart with this guilt and regret,
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| it’s the surest way there is to kill a man.
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| bury your love with this shame and contempt,
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| it’s the surest way there is to kill a man.
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| It’s the surest way there is to kill a man. |