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It's so obvious |
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The tone you're taking with me makes it's hits |
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Pinpoints the weak spots in my tympanum |
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You're love is deafening and oh so very dumb |
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Can you hear it now |
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The siren song before the final bow |
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The dying screams before my ears give out |
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Ironic how I actually said I'd miss the sound |
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Of your voice |
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Like a lamb's |
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Soothing close |
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Making plans |
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Revolution, will you save us, will you take us so far away |
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Make us more, make us whole |
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Strip us bare of all desire |
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But if the mood should hit you |
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Hell I wouldn't mind a bit |
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Just give it a taste, it might abate |
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The heartache i feel deep inside of you |
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We were kids back then |
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We could never truly understand |
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That there may never be the blinding light |
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Perhaps no tunnels ever led to gates of white |
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But your voice |
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Soothing close |
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Like a lamb's |
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Gave me hope |
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Revolution, will you save us, will you take us so far away |
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Make us more, make us whole |
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Strip us bare of all desire |
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You said you had enough |
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Hell that's all you had to say |
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All these bold-faced stuntas |
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Won't know what's coming for them |
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You better believe we're biting at their heels |
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Revolution, will you save us, will you take us so far away |
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Make us more, make us whole |
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Strip us bare of all desire |
