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Oh you know that I would flay my breath
You know that I would strip my words And you know that I'd berate my tongue That I would force it to be stilled I don't wanna be a lion anymore Lying in wait just for the golden charge I don't want to be the hunted Only present in its absence and it silences me I see you stand across the smile of the Lord I don't want to close the chasm I don't want to be all dressed up like a whore Shaking my ass for a golden chance ... |