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All the bricks caved in |
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Smashed the mouths of the weak |
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All the bricks caved in |
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To crush what we tend to seek |
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I've found my last temptation |
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Turns into my last frustration |
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I refuse to crawl with my back against the wall |
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I'm never gonna fall into the trap you left for me |
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All the bricks caved in |
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Everything's torn down |
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All the bricks caved in |
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My buildings burned to the ground |
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I've found my last temptation |
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Gasoline, God, guns and ostentation |
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I refuse to crawl with my back against the wall |
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I'm never gonna fall into the trap you left for me |
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Day after day |
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Night after night |
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The Sweet Mother Mary |
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Looks for the light |
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Day after day |
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She's up on the cross |
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The Father, the Son, |
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The souls that she lost |
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In this house of seven |
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We paint the walls |
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With splattered blood and bourbon |
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Screams down the halls |
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In this house of seven |
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We paint the walls |
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We paint the walls... |
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I refuse to crawl with my back against the wall |
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I'm never gonna fall into the trap you left for me |
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I refuse to crawl with my back against the wall |
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I'm never gonna fall into the trap you left for me |
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In this house of seven |
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We paint the walls |
