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Spare me your affliction |
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And abandon your own |
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Beliefs and believers taking control of |
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The way they all watch your sun enlighten their lives |
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Just blame it on the situation |
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Stand where I am and remember your aim |
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No apology |
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Read in me from the mud on your lands |
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Save one last breath, should you choke to your death |
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Cold is cutting through |
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Reading you from the blood in the palm of your hands |
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Quick to judge me yet so slow to understand |
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Slit your grudge and anger on what lingers on |
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Craving for attention |
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In your delusion |
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Your beliefs and believers taking control of |
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The way they all watch your sun enlighten their lives |
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Through mystics and messiahs |
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Art of persuasion, blame it on the situation |
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On the wolf in the sheepfold deciding who should live or die |
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Stand where I am and remember your aim |
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No apology |
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Read in me from the mud on your lands |
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Save one last breath, should you choke to your death |
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Cold is cutting through |
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Reading you from the blood in the palm of your hands |
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Quick to judge me, yet so slow to understand |
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Slit your grudge and anger on what lingers on |