Who wrote those lines on the wall? Let's retrace where they scrawled ancient characters. It's 2:00, and you sister's slip falls, and the afternoon crawls across the room and tackles her. I don't think that you would sink that ship that's only passing through, because I don't believe that you might be a murderess. But I saw inside each small, dark eye, as it was turning blue, all the strength inside to do just what the captain says and hang the rest.
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Moved by the rhyme in the psalm, we agreed that it was wrong, and to believe in it. Oooh!, swooned the wall all night long. But a lie's a lie, no matter what guy's breath's in it. I don't know that I would go that far down some dark avenue, with a whispering crew of shadows all protecting it. But I saw inside each small white lie, as it was turning true, the ability to do all things expected of it.
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Oh, murderess, in the wilderness. With your victims all around you. As their combined love forms a pool your knife's reflected in, now I'm ready, too, with my throat to you. On this mountain. By this moon. And what I want the most to do is prove that I'm not like them.
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