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I'll wrap myself
In a wreath of tears
I'll drink away
Another day, there's nothing
Inside of me that feels
I see demons and angels
In my dreams, a smoky bar
And a damp side street
That runs behind the old church
Is no kind of place to die
It's no kind of place to die
Tonight.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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