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LYRICS
Christian Rose
You don't know what to do
With this life in front of you
You don't know what to say and so
How am I ever to let you go?
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Blood runs down from my thumb
Pricked it on a Christian rose
Who said the Lord told it to
Stick it to them heathen brutes
Oh no, oh no, oh no
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Naive and jealous was I
When I found myself in that place
You toss then you turn all through the night
Trying your best to take back your life.
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Blood runs down from my thumb
Pricked it on a Christian rose
Who said the Lord told it to
Stick it to them heathen brutes
Oh no, oh no, oh no
It curls its petals in smiles
Hides its thorns in mottled shades
Draws its lips to taste blood
So it can sacrifice your love
You find yourself at the altar here
Chained by your love and your fear
You said you'd be the sacrifice
But still you flinch when you see the knife
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You don't know what to do
With this life in front of you
You don't know what to say and so
How am I ever to let you go?
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