| I live in darkness, darling
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| Faith is that rite
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| True, others bade me past others
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| Then fell from my scales
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| Revisit Christ’s decision
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| There’s edict and there’s force
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| Yet, no set course
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| Will gilt a soul on its way back out
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| Four years of sorrow
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| I’ve turned and turned and turned amends
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| I fear as much, it’s easy
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| Or hearts sink low with you where a
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| Heart’s shone through
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| Oh, if I was that carpenter I’d love you, baby
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| What’s faithless, the faithless prove
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| From treasures since unrivaled
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| And cities on the wane no masked man came
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| To frighten off and slate the moths disused
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| On pain of some deliverance I chanted rain
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| Rosettes of embered failings
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| Refuse to douse
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| Inhibit me of free-saying
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| If I’ll vanquish same and sooth
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| Oh, apt due
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| For Lily’d ghosts on their way back out
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| Four years of sorrow
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| I’ve slung and slung and flung amends
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| I fear as much, it’s easy
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| Or hearts sink low with you
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| Where a heart’s shone though
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| Oh, if I was that carpenter I’d love you, baby
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| What’s faithless, the faithless prove
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| From pleasures since upended
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| And sailors hear the tills of woe
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| No path I will
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| Has ever showed but who I am
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| Has ever showed but who I am
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| Has ever showed but who I am |