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I'm gonna drink my tears tonight.
Father, if it is possible, let this cup be taken from me,
But not my will, but yours be done.
Tonight, in the garden, I will drink this bitter cup.
You could be anything, you'd be my everything.
But I am done with living in the shadow of your cross.
I take my heart in my right hand and I crucify it.
I take back everything that I gave to you;
The color that I bled into you fading away,
And a thousand times I'll pay for what I did to you,
What I did for you.
Living in your light made me forget how to shine,
So tonight, and every night after,
This love will die.
I know you love me, baby,
I know you loved me, baby.
Father, if it is possible, let this cup be taken from me,
But not my will, but yours be done.
Tonight, in the garden, I will drink this bitter cup.
You could be anything, you'd be my everything.
But I am done with living in the shadow of your cross.
I take my heart in my right hand and I crucify it.
I take back everything that I gave to you;
The color that I bled into you fading away,
And a thousand times I'll pay for what I did to you,
What I did for you.
Living in your light made me forget how to shine,
So tonight, and every night after,
This love will die.
I know you loved me, baby.
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And buried any memory of me.
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I imagine that penultimate line crossed out and replaced by the last one. If I knew more HTML I guess I could do that.
(c) Me.
(c) Me.
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Love it. Considerably, many people say Hooker on a Church Corner was the demo (an unreleased demo that we don't know if it actually exists or not) for Government Hooker, so the religious references are okay. I love it thought. Totally awesome and sweet.
I loved the strikethrough, by the by.
I loved the strikethrough, by the by.