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Oh he got poison in his lungs |
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And it will become undone |
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Some sort of freak that feels no pain |
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Walk through fire like it feels like rain |
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So come on and hold on to that firm belief |
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That your soul is a'fire and forget your |
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Your petty crimes now |
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Hold firm as the raging sea beats at your door |
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Stay there till you can't you can't take no more now |
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And the cold sea running through your veins |
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You killed the bitter land to roll her away |
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Oh is this real or did you fabricate |
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Oh you cut the vine like it's the under dead |
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So make sure you hold on to that firm belief |
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That your soul is a'fire and forget your petty crimes (yeah) |
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Why don't you hold on as the sea beats down |
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And you're on the floor and you |
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Find it's so it's gon' crashing down |
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Somebody there will be a revolution yeah |
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Ooh Somebody there will be a revolution yeah |
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Ooh Somebody there will be a revolution |
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Ooh ahh yeah |
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Somebody there will be a revolution yeah |
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On yeah oh yeah |
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Some body there will be a revolution yeah |
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Yeah yeah |
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Somebody there will be a revolution yeah |
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Oh Yeah Somebody there will be a revolution |
