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He's a stranger to some and a vision to none |
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He can never get enough, get enough of the one |
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For a fortune, he'd quit but it's hard to admit |
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How it ends and begins on his face is a map of the world |
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A map of the world, on his face is a map of the world |
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A map of the world |
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From yesterday, it's coming |
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From yesterday, the fear |
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From yesterday, it calls him |
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But he doesn't wanna read the message here |
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On a mountain he sits, not of gold, but of sin |
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Through the blood, he can learn see the life that it turn |
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From council of one he'll decide when he's done |
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With the innocent on his face is a map of the world |
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A map of the world, on his face is a map of the world |
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A map of the world |
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From yesterday, it's coming |
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From yesterday, the fear |
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From yesterday, it calls him |
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But he doesn't wanna read the message |
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He doesn't wanna read the message |
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He doesn't wanna read the message here |
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On his face is a map of the world |
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From yesterday, it's coming |
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From yesterday, the fear |
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From yesterday, it calls him |
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But he doesn't wanna read the message here |
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From yesterday, from yesterday |
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From yesterday, the fear |
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From yesterday, from yesterday |
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But he doesn't wanna read the message |
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He doesn't wanna read the message |
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He doesn't wanna read the message here |
