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(Becky Jean Williams/Finn Bjarnson/John Hancock/Ryan Raddon) |
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Eros prays we build our house upon him. |
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Sees how well it stands, how long we last |
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Built upon the sand, on the idol Eros. |
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So when he's gone can I do what Eros does? |
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What he does for us, he does for us. |
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And when he's gone can it be the way it was? |
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Bring him back to us. Is he all we've got |
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Our house built upon? On the idol Eros? |
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Eros |
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When our haven wavers in the wind |
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And walls all beg to be abandoned, |
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Blame the idol Eros. |
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When the raven calls and all his melodies |
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All long to be forgotten, |
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Blame the idol Eros. |
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What's left to say but I loved the way it was? |
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..Cause I said I would, I've done all I could. |
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See what he's done to us? |
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Oh the idol Eros. |
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When our haven wavers in the wind |
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And walls all beg to be abandoned, |
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When the raven calls and all his melodies |
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All long to be forgotten, |
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When our haven wavers in the wind |
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And walls all beg to be abandoned, |
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When the raven calls and all his melodies |
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All long to be forgotten, |
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Blame the idol Eros. |
