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Hole up kid there's a storm comin' down |
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Work those fingers to the bone |
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You got grit that's a fact |
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You build 'em up just to knock 'em all down |
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Dig a hole that goes down deep in the ground |
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And when the time comes calling |
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As the earth all shudders at another beat, another beat |
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Another beat, another beat, another beat of the four horsemen |
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You aren't safe under the earth |
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Hiding your actions covered in dirt |
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Like a snake shedding its skin |
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You fuss up, you can start all over again |
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And the whirlwind lifts you up to the ceiling |
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The balconies pass but you don't even see them |
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As they go by and it whips your bodies higher and higher |
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When your lips lock you both catch on fire |
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The crowd covers their eyes |
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You've forgotten everything but yourselves |
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You don't really even matter to each other |
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It's the rush that you get when you know you've done wrong |
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As you bake your bodies separate but you never notice |
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That the other is burning, you just pity yourself |
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You aren't safe still on this earth |
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Hiding your actions covered in dirt |
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Like a snake shedding its skin |
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If you fuss up you can start all over again |
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And the whirlwind lifts you up to the ceiling |
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The balconies pass but you don't even see them |
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As they go by and it whips your bodies higher and higher |
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When your lips lock you both catch on fire |
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The crowd covers their eyes |
