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She raises up her voice. To the public she will speak. |
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She makes her way to stardom. |
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May the warning on your head be a chain unto your neck. |
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Don't give in, x2 |
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'Come along with us' they say. |
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'Lets lie in wait for someone.' 'Lets waylay on their soul.' |
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'Lets swallow them alive.' |
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To the bottomless pit they wait, they take, everything they can bleed dry and they fill up their house with waste. |
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So don't stay and make believe that they are home. x2 |
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Don't go along, don't beg for blood, don't set your feet, don't beg to bleed. x2 |
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These men lay and wait for their own blood to rise up. Don't set the trap for everyone to see it. |
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These men waylay on themselves. I never sang along to the beast. They shake inside their blood. |
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As we pass the storm, don't go: refrain. For I never knew your name. |
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From a whisper she raises her voice to me. Unsung. |
