The Dark

All our sweetest sins
 Carry them til our ends
 They made you
 And they made me
 They say the dark will grow
 In my eyes, across our skies, a road
 Yeah a road
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 The apple tree that we grew
 Blew over, died last June
 When the hurricane came barrelling through
 And Grandpa can't sit up straight
 He's lying down to rest his weary heart
 While I must pray
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 I know you're running scared
 And you ain't going nowhere
 Don't you die
 I know you're running scared
 You ain't going nowhere
 Don't you die
 Don't you die
 Hidden under Papa's bed
 The pistol my brother pressed to my head
 Singing, just trust in me
 Cause this holy house is a home
 The dead don't rest, they rise in our chest
 And our sins live unatoned.
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