| Take this gun, take these pills
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| Make a wish and make a will
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| A wish became, a will because
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| I wish I am just who I was
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| And I always hear them singing
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| And complaining about the world
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| And my chiming bells are ringing
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| But I never heard a word
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| In the arms, our love
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| Cling to orders from above
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| To light our lives with whats
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| Faith received is grace returned
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| Well I always hear them singing
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| And complaining about the world
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| And my chiming bells are ringing
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| But I never heard a word
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| When you feel, will you be feelin'
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| How she felt against your skin
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| And as you kneel, will you be kneelin'
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| Deep in prayer or steeped in sin
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| Without a within
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| Within the hole in the holy
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| A crack in the heart
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| Its love and love only that sets our worlds apart
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| Worlds apart, joined at the heart
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| Take this gun, take these pills
 | 
| Make a wish and make a will
 | 
| A wish became, a will because
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| I wish I am just who I was
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| But i always hear them singing
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| And complaining about the world
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| And my chiming bells are ringing
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| But I never heard a word
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| When you feel, will you be feelin'
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| How she felt against your skin
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| As you kneel, will you be kneelin'
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| Deep in prayer or steeped in sin
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| Without a within
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| Within the hole in the holy
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| A crack in the heart
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| Its love and love only that sets our world
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| A part of me is giving
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| A part of me gives in
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| And takes the beauty out of living
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| And the guilt of all our sins
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| The guilt from all our sins
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| And the is a means to an end of the things
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| That tempt you away from the path to the true way
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| In the crippled fire, and the lips do kiss the flame
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| Will you lower, or go higher
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| The blameless or the blame
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| Blameless or the blame
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| With a hole in the holy
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| A crack in the heart
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| Its love and love only that sets our world apart |