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DOWN UNDER THE NIGHT SKY |
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I LAY IN WAIT |
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PRAYING TO WHOEVER WOULD LISTEN TO ME |
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I'D FASHIONED MY OWN CROSS, |
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BEEN CRUSHED BY IT'S WEIGHT |
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THERE'S NO STRONGER MESSAGE |
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THAN DIRT IN YOUR FACE |
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I'VE SEEN DOWN THE END OF THE ROAD |
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NOW I DEAL IN A DIFFERENT STORY |
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AND I WILL NEVER LET GO AGAIN |
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I FEEL IT IN MY BONES |
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I FEEL IT IN MY BONES |
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I'LL DO THIS ON MY OWN |
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THEY SAY THE SPIRIT'S WILLING |
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BUT THE FLESH IS ALWAYS WEAK |
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WELL I FOUND EVERYTHING I NEEDED RIGHT BENEATH MY SKIN |
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I'VE SEEN DOWN THE END OF THE ROAD |
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NOW I DEAL IN A DIFFERENT STORY |
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AND I WILL NEVER LET GO AGAIN |
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I FEEL IT IN MY BONES |
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I FEEL IT IN MY BONES |
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I'LL DO THIS ON MY OWN |
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WE'RE ALL ARCHITECTS OF OUR OWN PRIVATE HELL |
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NO-ONE CAN HURT US LIKE WE HURT OURSELVES |
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I'VE SEEN DOWN THE END OF THE ROAD |
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NOW I DEAL IN A DIFFERENT STORY |
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AND I WILL NEVER LET GO AGAIN |
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I FEEL IT IN MY BONES |
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I FEEL IT IN MY BONES |
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AND I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE |
