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Rake me over a line of coals, throw me into the sea Barely able to thinkin’ of, when it’s over me I see an army in the darkness I can’t take more than fifty lashes Could you please just open the door When it’s too late to sell my gold, too late to be in control Barely able to pull my torn blanket over me Traded food for my destiny, then sold the food for my soul Sign confession, then drink it down, prophecy fulfilled