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T​(​w​)​o Victims

from Home Cuts by The City Hall

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This is the song that you secretly hoped I would write
But I don't think you would've like it with this much bite
So with silence you'd strike
And it stings like a knife
And I'd grasp at my back when I realize that you won your fight

So here's my last

Advice
You should feel alright
It's a tortured soul
That keeps you up at night

Since I was your Caesar
You should rest assured
Though you struck me down
It was for the greater good

Things seem so right now your power and place are affirmed
But resurrections my name and Easter's the day of my birth
Do you think you could learn
To be the shepherd not the heard
Or are you bound by the thought that what I'll get is what you'd deserve

I hope you hear my

Words
You weren't meant to serve
When our goals were bound
Your success was my concern

But if I was your leader
Your please have well been heard
I've revoked my crown
Now I'm gone for good

Temptation does taunt me
The thoughts creep up on me
It's hard to hold back
How your flaws do appall me

Like seraphim burn with the need to serve a king
A serpent too close feels much of the same thing

In myth truth lies
The good and bad live inside
What's mine is yours
And what's yours is mine

Can you take my

Advice
You should feel alright
It's a tortured soul
That keeps you up at night

If my presence grows weaker
You should rest assured
Since you struck me down
I've never felt so good

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from Home Cuts, released June 3, 2014

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