| I suffered, now I’m ready for war
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| Been through the struggle, black eyes, and bloody knuckles
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| But I don’t feel the pain anymore
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| If blood don’t tell you the truth
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| Then could you please cut me loose?
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| 'Cause I’ve been wanting to die
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| If burning makes me a liar
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| Then come join me in the fire
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| I know you wouldn’t survive
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| But I’ll be burning alive
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| Alive, alive
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| I’ll be burning alive
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| Alive, alive
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| I’ll be burning alive
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| I met my demons and asked them for their reasons
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| I wrote their names in blood on the wall
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| They speak in riddles and meet me in the middle
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| They’re quiet while they wait for the fall (-all)
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| If scars are makeup and paint
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| Then thanks for setting me straight
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| 'Cause I’ve been living a lie
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| If burning makes me a liar
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| Then come join me in the fire
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| I know you wouldn’t survive
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| But I’ll be burning alive
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| Alive, alive
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| I’ll be burning alive
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| Alive, alive
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| I’ll be burning alive
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| I have a story
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| I won’t be sorry it’s told
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| Is it real or fantasy?
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| Outrun the monsters after me
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| You’d be praying for a savior to arrive
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| I’ll be patient in the flames
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| While I’m burning alive
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| Alive, alive
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| I’ll be burning alive
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| Alive, alive
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| I’ll be burning alive
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| I’ll be burning alive |