| As you dance around the golden calf
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| You’re spinning down
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| Showed all the hungry boys in town
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| What they had missed
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| They thought that you have found
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| The echoes of that holy sound
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| Which got it spat in to the ground
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| That he had kissed
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| Your soul was tearing
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| And a threat was dragged behind you
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| As you fled into the shadows
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| Of the bed in which you hid
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| And as the whisper spread
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| The colour darkened to a red
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| That stained to all you ever said
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| With which you did
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| And I met you a night
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| Through a trick of a light
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| A thousand lifetimes ago
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| I held your face in my hands
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| And I traced every line
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| You never wanted to show
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| Because I know
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| We are the children that never let go
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| We are the children that never let go
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| As they poured a cross
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| The borders of your dress
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| They crossed into the layer
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| Of the frost around your name
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| And every one of them was lost
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| Between the hamer and the cross
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| That you labelled
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| And then tossed into the flame
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| You know I never ment to try
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| To teach antyhing
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| But my commandment smashed
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| When I collided with your hips
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| And who was I to dare to love you
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| War has bend to fear
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| With all the scars that you declare
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| Across your lips
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| And I met you one day
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| Through a crack in the pavement
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| A thousand silences old
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| I pulled your chest
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| To my hand and I pressed
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| Every cracks that was covered in snow
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| Because I know
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| We are the children that never let go
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| We are the children that never let go
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| We are the children that never let go
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| I was forced to scavenge
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| Through the rotten crates and scalvage
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| That was broken down
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| And rubbished by the sea
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| And as we stepped outside
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| We saw the coffin that are tied
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| Of moonlight hid its golden pile
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| And it was me |