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Nov 2010
I'm left weary and dripping with sweat
Burning my own bridges
It's as if we never met
I step to the altar and ask for a double helping
Of the blood of Christ
Mary's left weeping
For her child
Her innocent little *******
It's beyond her weak hand

Oh, love, just knock it out from beneath their feet
Oh, baby, just lie awake next to me
Oh, love, it's too late to defeat
The rest of the one's who can see clearly

Crawling up from the deep underground
Left with the scent of you on my clothes
Covering my ears so I won't hear the sound
Of the bombs, the fire that we loathe
And love
All at once
Like a double-standard, we're on the hunt
For the one thing we both can't stand
The thing we live for
It's not our fault that this is such a chore
It's just the way the blood flows down, love

Light up the sky
With the artifical blaze
Try not to cry
As it takes over
And turns us to ash
Blowing in the cold wind tonight, babe
John
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John  28/M/New York
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