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The devil you know |
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Is back here again |
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The devil is stoned |
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He's making friends |
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We move |
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We break |
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The sun with shade |
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You come |
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We go |
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We're fast |
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We're slow |
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Blood on your dress |
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Hole in your sky |
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Blanket is gone |
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Permanent night |
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We're glued |
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We break |
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We all |
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Dilate |
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We please |
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We pain |
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Again |
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She checks her head |
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She's in the smoke |
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Figuring which way to turn |
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Now she's got a rope |
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Oh |
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We need solutions |
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A brave megaphone |
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We need solutions |
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A brave megaphone |
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She's broken your shoes |
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You look like winter |
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You're all in a bruise |
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Handful of splinters |
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We brood |
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We flake |
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We torch |
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We take |
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Rebound |
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Rebirth |
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Cocoon |
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I could be wrong |
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I could be right |
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Do you think we'll make it |
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Out of here alive |
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[chorus] |
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Oh |
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We need solutions |
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A brave megaphone |
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We need solutions |
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We got a common home |
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She makes me see god |
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I'm out on a line |
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Anyway the pleasure comes |
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[chorus] |
