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Shook up and beat down. |
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Hallelujah. |
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From bad cards that |
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I was dealt. |
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Hallelujah. |
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So I spoke a match that burned them down. |
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Hallelujah. |
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So light it up. |
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Ashes made of spades are going through the air. |
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The embers and the flames are going through the cares. |
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The sickness of the past, let it burn back there. |
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The ashes made of spades are going through the air. |
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Dodging rocks. |
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You're a street light. |
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Hallelujah. |
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London fog on a dreary night... |
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You took a hit, they could not take your light. |
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Hallelujah. |
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So light it up. |
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Ashes made of spades are going through the air. |
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The embers and the flames are going through the cares. |
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The sickness of the past, let it burn back there. |
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The ashes made of spades are going through the air. |
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Stranded in the streams without a branch to rescue me and pull me from the tormenting. |
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Will I die here in the water? |
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I closed my eyes so |
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I could see then there grew a tree from my belief. |
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Now here I stand with two dry feet, and there my past dies in the water. |
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Oh My Light. |
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All My Life. |
