If I remember the night that we met Tasted a wine that I'll never forget Opened the doorway and saw through the light Motions of movement and I felt delight She spoke of freedom, "A way in," she said "A wisdom that took me away from the bed" Spoke of the glory that we had become I felt forgiven in all I've become Small, tasteless, and forgot Hoping to see, blinded like me You tried to understand, but you're just a man Open to scorn just like me Failure again Tried to pretend Who you were then Who you are now Hating the lord Hating the lord Hating the lord Hating the lord Small, tasteless, and forgot Hoping to see, blinded like me You tried to understand, but you're just a man Open to scorn just like me Failure again Tried to pretend Who you were then Who you are now Hating the lord Hating the lord Hating the lord Hating the lord
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