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With my back to the wall, you've somehow pinned me up against |
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Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists |
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And I'm somewhere in between a held tongue and a curse |
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Or I could keep it inside and hide it, in hopes my avoidance will cure it |
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But there's no time for this or |
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I could keep it inside and hide it |
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In hopes my avoidance will cure it but there's no time for this again |
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So light it up and let it fly away |
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A Molotov cocktail |
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My dreams symbolized in flames |
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Put your back to them all, |
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I swear they're not getting you there |
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A blueprint for the outside when it's cold out there |
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It's not clear but |
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I refuse to breathe from these machines again |
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You all depend on the filters that keep you away |
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From the pain when you cry and the praises you sang |
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It's not real so |
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I refuse to breathe from these machines again |
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So light it up and let it fly away |
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A Molotov cocktail |
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My dreams symbolized in flames |
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And I won't ask a lot from you |
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I just pray that the masks will come unglued and |
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And we're not yours, we'll be with you soon |
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I hope we can be with you soon |
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I hope we can be with you soon |
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I hope we can be with you soon |
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So light it up and let it fly away |
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A Molotov cocktail |
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My dreams symbolized in flames |
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And I won't ask a lot from you |
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I just pray that the masks will come unglued and |
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And we're not yours, we'll be with you soon |
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And this routine feels like a knife |
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Entering my back then down my spine |
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I've withstood the sting for long enough |
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And I'm prepared to discard it |
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So light it up and let it go away |
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So light it up and let it fly away, fly away |
