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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)

Sweet 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

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.