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作曲 : Hodgson, Smith |
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In the darkness, he asks himself, "Did God make me this way? Did God do this to me? Did he make me do it?" |
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And he looks down. Down at his hollowness. |
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His twisted innards. And thinks, "This is me. This is me for life. I have to do it. |
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So he has to lie there in the cold dark, amongst all those smells and the bent reflections, |
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he has to lie there and be what he is. He has to accept. |
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But it's different when he's doing it. When he answers. Justifies his utility. |
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When he fulfils his purpose. When he is. His head spins and his arms rise. When he's tearing. |
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Then it all makes sense. Then he has a purpose. |
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Just before the wrenching. The heave. Like he was born to do it. Like it was what was expected. |
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He only needed God for the darkness. |
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He never blamed you. He never once judged, or smiled with the smooth, patronising corner of his mouth. |
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He left it all to God. Then it's God who's doing it. His creator. Our tearer. That's why he never gets to drink. |
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God won't let him. God wants it all for himself. |