| I cannot wait
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| House of one hundred days
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| Wait for the white arms of Abel to
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| Tear me out of the waves, wet
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| I will not lay
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| Give you one hundred ways
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| For what I know isn’t able to
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| Lift us up from the grave’s bed
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| Oh santa, santa sangre saint
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| Oh lift and sift the blood of shame
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| Undone, undone, the way we came
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| It’s said you wait for forever, too
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| I cannot keep
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| So low, one hundred deep
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| Bent down, unwilling, unable to
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| Pull us out of the shade, he said
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| I will not sleep
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| Show in one thousand ways
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| That I am willing as Abel to
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| Raise us up from the pavement
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| Oh santa, santa sangre saint
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| Oh lift and sift the blood, our vein
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| Undone, undone, the ways of shame
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| It’s said she waits for forever
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| I’ll wait, I’ll wait, till you’ve bled out
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| I’ll wait, I’ll wait forever
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| I’ll wait, I’ll wait, till you’ve bled out
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| I’ll wait, I’ll wait forever
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| I’ll wait, I’ll wait, till you’ve bled out
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| I’ll wait, I’ll wait forever
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| I’ll wait, I’ll wait, till you’ve bled out
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| I’ll wait, I’ll wait forever
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| I’ll come back when you’ve bled out
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| I’ll come back when you’ve bled out
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| I’ll come back when you’ve bled out
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| I’ll come back when you’ve bled out
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| I’m saved
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| I’m saved
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| I’m saved
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| I’m saved |