| This is gospel, for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber
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| Assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories
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| This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
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| This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
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| The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
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| But they haven’t seen the best of us yet
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| If you love me let me go
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| If you love me let me go
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| 'Cause these words are knives
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| That often leave scars
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| The fear of falling apart
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| And truth be told I never was yours
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| The fear, the fear of falling apart
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| This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
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| This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
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| This is gospel for the vagabonds, never-do-wells and insufferable bastards
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| Confessing their apostasies led away by imperfect impostors
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| This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
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| This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
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| Don’t try to sleep through the end of the world
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| And bury me alive
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| 'Cause I won’t give up without a fight
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| If you love me let me go
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| If you love me let me go
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| 'Cause these words are knives
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| That often leave scars
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| The fear of falling apart
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| And truth be told I never was yours
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| The fear, the fear of falling apart
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| The fear of falling apart
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| The fear, the fear of falling apart
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| The fear of falling apart
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| The fear of falling apart
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| The fear of falling apart
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| The fear of falling apart |