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With this knife
In my hands
I take my life
And take a stand
For with this knife
That which I hold
The story of my pain unfolds
It's Shining blade
Now stained with blood
From many nights
Reminds me of
The things You've said
The things You've done
Things that this pain does come from
So with this knife
I make my way
From legs to wrist to throat
And when I die
Make from my bones
A big white rowing boat
And sail straight down that crimson sea
And promise that you'll wait for me
I may be dead but I will never leave you
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