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And you'll be there to break my fallTo reassure my doubts and faultsAnd all your fables will ring trueThey are the lies you lean on tooThere's love on your breathI'd better not sayAbout the blood on your handsYou hold the future in your handsAnd sullen eyes soothe and commandA graceful mouth your deadly toolToo bad the truth has fallen throughThere's love on your breathI'd better not sayAbout the blood on your handsThe incarnation of a ChristManipulationThere's love on your breathI'd better not sayAbout the blood on your handsThe cross on your headWhat does that sayAbout the blood on your hands