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She was holding somebody's hand
I forget who it was I am
Giving up the crusades for a while
I can't crawl another mile
The rags are torn
The sheets are tattered
Rat-a-tat and all the tribes scattered
She'll be hanging out in hotel rooms
I'll be tucked away in underground tombs

Now I'm finally giving up crusades
When I realized no one could be saved

Dusty gashes we were seeing
This giant airfield came into being
The harnessed power and force of a million;
Faithful followers who sold their children
Some return with souvenirs
Stick a heart in your boutonnière
Some return with tales of glory
All the fucking stories bore me

Now I'm finally giving up crusades
When I realized no one can be saved

Say I know when I just don't know
Say I love you, I don't just know
I was a pretender to the throne
I knew my cover'd be blown
Never could be that dogmatic
Whose to blame if I just heard static?
Never known the truth of a zealot
Whose to blame if I just can't spell it?
Never known true righteousness
Just the safety and vague red lust

I know I'll be back again someday

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