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    I knelt at the sink,
    Like a priest or a prince
    Maybe I'm to be a king
    And they're waiting for me at Westminster

    And the walls are paper thin
    I hear the neighbor's arguing
    Could you lower your voice?
    I would sail my unborn daughter (maybe)

    We didn't stage a passion play
    Didn't change our given names
    Or waltz to our bed
    Or need to make a sense

    But I see your skin, paler now
    Than the host in your mouth
    Where the truth never seems to be

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    Now the burning branch never speaks to me
    It whispers like

    I don't wanna be your vessel any more
    I don't wanna be your vessel any more
    These are my words, this is my mouth
    I don't wanna be your vessel now

    And I may not see the future
    But I see its lonely architect
    At the door of my house
    I don't wanna be your vessel any more
    I don't wanna be a vessel of your doubt

    Truly I never dreamt
    Of all the dumb accoutrement
    I would want for myself
    For the shelf

    I laid it all at your feet
    On your neck and your cheek
    But the burning branch wouldn't speak to me

    I don't wanna be your vessel any more
    I don't wanna be your vessel any more
    These are my rules, this is my house
    I don't wanna be your vessel now

    And I may not see the future
    But I see its lonely architect
    At the foot of my bed
    I don't wanna be your vessel any more
    Didn't wanna be your vessel anyway

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    Composition: Scott Miller, Matthew Taylor, Jonathan Warren, and Peter Duncan Liddle

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