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Mother! |
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I'm sinning |
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I'm letting all my wishes passes me by |
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so drunken |
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confusing all false prophets with good guys |
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now I'm begging and hoping that you'll save me from my mind |
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so close now |
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I'm on the edge of solace and divide |
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On the fault line |
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and I'm looking for a long time |
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sick of hiding like a chameleon out of the dark night |
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on the bright light |
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On the fault line |
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and I'm looking for a long time |
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sick of sounding a chameleon out of the dark night |
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on the bright light |
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Brother, stop sinning and listen to your mother when she cries |
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she's worried |
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your doing something stupid then you'll die |
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with your hands up defensive of your loves tongue-tied |
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don't worry just come back in a hurry hold me tight |
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On the fault line |
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and I'm looking for a long time |
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sick of hiding like a chameleon out of the dark night |
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on the bright light |
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On the fault line |
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and I'm looking for a long time |
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sick of sounding a chameleon out of the dark night |
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on the bright light |