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jesus christ, that's a pretty face
the kind you'd find on someone i could save
if they don't put me away well it'll be a miracle
do you believe you're missing out
everything good is happening somewhere else
but with nobody in your bed the night's hard to get through
and i will die all alone
and when i arrive i won't know anyone
well jesus christ i'm alone again
so what did you do those three days you were dead
'cause this problem's gonna last more than a weekend
well jesus christ i'm not scared to die
i'm a little bit scared of what comes after
do i get the gold chariot, do i float through the ceiling
do i divide and fall apart
because my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
and this ship went down in sight of land
and at the gates does thomas ask to see my hands
There's more but I wasn't entirely sure of the lyrics and if I'm going to post, I'm going to post it right.
It sort of speaks volumes to me. In so many ways.