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(Part One) Tell me what you want me to think You can lead me to water, you can make me drink I trust you if you say it's good You wouldn't hurt me and I don't think you could Tell me what I don't need to keep I overpacked and the sidewalk is steep To your cathedral at the Tapenade Hill 'Makes me tired, and dear, it always will Tell me why I haven't been healed I haven't changed, and nothing's been revealed And what's in the blood of the way and the light That makes my sin Sunday morning, and makes me drunk at night Tell me that I'm more than a dream, A golden hell prize you failed to redeem Don't tell me that you've always known That I'd wake up first, and you'd wake up alone (Part Two) Letras de cancionesSweet young man, goes walking down the street wiping blood off his hands And it doesn't look good but he does what he can To erase the signs Of a nightmare he faced At the scene of the crime She snuck up behind him As he knelt by her victim Whispered, "I knew you'd come But there's nothing to be done, And if I was you, I'd run 'Cause no one cares About what you felt When they see any sighs of guilt You kissed its face, You held its hand You always were a sweet young man." He's still a mess, So he hires a car To take him to the fountain At Balboa Park Where he used to play When he was young He's gonna wash off In front of God and everyone. From Letras Mania