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It' s out, whatever brings you right into the fire out |
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of hate, |
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and the rage survives. . . |
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All gone, and you will be dead before the blood runs |
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from your mouth, |
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yeah we' ll bury you whole. . . |
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Yeah, I can feel it' s going. . . |
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Seems like it' s always showing. . . |
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You know, but as long as you hold onto it well then |
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so |
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shall I, |
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what else can make you doubt? |
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And what God, could ever save you when there' s never |
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ever no response, |
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yeah, it' s all a source of lies. . . |
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Yeah, I can feel it' s going. . . |
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Seems like it' s always showing. . . |
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Yeah, I can hear it' s right here. . . |
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Seems like it' s never comin'. . . |
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But you seem to deny it, |
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and I can see it' s over, |
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you couldn' t bring ' em back to life. . . |
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You seem to deny it, |
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and I believe it' s over, |
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it' s just another act of God. . . |
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It' s out, whatever brings you right into the fire out |
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of hate, |
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the rage never dies. . . |
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All gone, and you will be dead before the blood runs |
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from your mouth, |
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but it' ll wash right off. . . |
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Yeah, I can feel it' s going. . . |
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Seems like it' s always showing. . . |
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Yeah, I can hear it' s right here. . . |
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Seems like it' s never comin'. . . |
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But you seem to deny it, |
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and I can see it' s over, |
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you couldn' t bring ' em back to life. . . |
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You seem to deny it, |
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and I believe it' s over, |
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it' s just another act of God. . . |
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But you seem to deny it, |