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Condemn the believers |
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Stop the music playing loud and clear |
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Distort now their visions |
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And pull down the shutters for damnation is near |
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For damnation's near |
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Point now your finger of stone |
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And raise the anger of the critics pen |
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Come down in favor |
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And make the break |
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Given the chance to win |
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Given the chance to win |
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Given the chance to win |
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The jury stands in jugdement |
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The writing's on my wall |
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The writing's on the wall |
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And though they stand in silence |
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It's heading for my fall |
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Oh, it's heading for the fall |
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The jury stands in judgement |
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The writing's on my wall |
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The writing's on the wall |
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And though they stand in silence |
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They're heading for the fall |
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They're heading for the fall |
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Condemn the believers |
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Stop the music from playing loud and clear |
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Distort now their visions |
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And pull down the shutters for damnation is near |
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For damnation's near |
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Gave them their chances |
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They fell to ground |
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I gave them all they had |
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But they were not unbound |
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They could not love |
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They could not love |
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Oh, they fell to the ground |