Petals In The Grass
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Take these thorns
Down from my head
You can't kill me now
I'm almost dead
Take these nails
From in my hands
Infect my wounds
With salt and sand
Take these swords
From my sides
Peircing my skin
For all my lies
Take me down
From on this cross
Feel my pain
Feel my loss
Take me now
For I am yours
Live my life
And choose your course
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