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Sep 2012
You wear the crown of thorns, Baby,
And I'll nail you upon the cross
Bleed for humanity,Baby,
While I sit and get off.
Tell me how we'll all be saved
When you rise from your grave.
Sit and bleed for me, Baby,
Tell me how I'll be saved.
Amanda Witt
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