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How could you love me the same way you love him?
All my decaying teeth hanging limp
A tongue wedged between a truth and a lie
When push comes to shove
You are a volcano waiting to explode
Holy Ghost, everything goes
Holy Ghost, everything goes

(missing the ark, could there be grace for a drowning man’s wave?)

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