Little Kid - Shirt | Текст песни

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Climbed the fence behind the church,
Tore the hem of my shirt.
Earned it fair by casting lots
Beneath the shadow of the cross.
Now I’m lost.

In the garden where you wept:
“Could you pardon me from death?”
Dreamt you woke up in her bed,
Learned to live among the dead,
And went to hell.

Chew me up, then spit me out.
Fill my cup, then send a drought.
Kill this city in a flood.
Wash the filthy with your blood.
River of blood.

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