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Go |
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Sixteen, oh holy day |
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Your time has come and passed |
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The rapture we've been waiting for |
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Has come to us at last |
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Sixteen for every fake |
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Sixteen to every whore |
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Wipe that dirt from off your face |
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Sixteen is at your door |
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Oh, voiceless, wasted |
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You soaked your heart in gasoline |
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Now light it up and burn |
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The same cycle ever-turning you |
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Is calling, it's calling |
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The scene is begging for a grave tonight |
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It always, it always will |
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You take the name of love divine |
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And drag it through your blood |
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Now turn to face what you have made |
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And mourn what you have done |
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Oh, voiceless, wasted |
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You soaked your heart in gasoline |
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Now light it up and burn |
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Voiceless, wasted |
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I came this far to drag you down |
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And watch you take your turn |
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The same cycle ever-turning you |
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Is calling, it's calling |
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The scene is begging for a grave tonight |
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It always, it always will |
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Farewell to false pretension |
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Farewell to hollow words |
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Farewell to fake affection |
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Farewell, tomorrow burns |
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Farewell to false pretension |
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Farewell to hollow words |
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Farewell to fake affection |
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Farewell, tomorrow burns, burns |
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The same cycle ever-turning you |
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Is calling, it's calling |
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The scene is begging for a grave tonight |
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It always, it always will |
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The same cycle ever-turning you |
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Is calling, it's calling |
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The scene is begging for a grave tonight |
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It always, it always will |