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Martha, Martha
03:00
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Martha, Martha you're so anxious, worried
Over all these many things
Mary Magda-little girl is crying
Tears are running down his feet
You can tell me anything
I will listen to your words
You can take me anywhere
I will always follow you there
You can tell me all your secrets, Judas
You can tell me all your lies (lies, lies, lies)
I will follow in your footsteps, Jesus
I will follow you to die (die, die, die)
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Humble the Rest
04:22
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Time has come, time has come
Put away arrogance
You must humble yourself
You must mumble the rest
I fall before I was even tall
I fold before I was even told
Son of God, Son of God
Listen here, Part my hair
I will sing of your love
I will praise you till death
Son of God, Son of Man
Take my heart, take my hand
I will sing of your love
I will praise you forever
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Festival
03:55
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All the quick and dead went to a festival
Where they danced and hovered above farmers
And the daughters smiled like being coy was new
But it surely wasn't made that moment for them
No I don't wanna fight
'Cause I could never kill
No I don't wanna spin
'Cause I could never stop
Calicos and minks were twirling silver rings
And the cider's pouring while sage is burning
I know I spoke to you in that smoky afternoon
When I said no other, I meant no other but you
All the quick and dead went to a festival
No I don't wanna fight
'Cause I could never kill
No I don't wanna spin
'Cause I could never stop
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King of Worms
04:08
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When you're king, you're king alone
Ruling from your sinking throne
Oh, my king, what have you? Nothing
Fitting catacombs for yourself, but you know
When you're king, you're king of something
Seasick scepter turning purple
Dress me up I'm passing over
Pull my thoughts away from someone else to be alone
When you're king, you're king of all
When you're king, you're king of all
When you're king, you're left with nothing
Lost inside these vacant walls
Wander restless through the garden
While the caterpillars crawl inside of you now
Await the worms, await the worms
When you're king, you'll wait for worms
When you're king, you're king of worms
When you're king, you'll wait for worms
Wait for the worms to crawl in you now
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