| The look on your face is a terrible thing
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| I kept telling myself we’re well if we sang
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| But I had a hard time believing it (believing it, believing it)
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| Neck deep and the tide on the rise
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| Pain in your heart, fear in your eyes
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| The voices ring out you won’t get out alive
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| The fire grows, the fire grows
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| Release my soul it’s coming home
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| So back down.
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| And now I know there’s more to this weary soul
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| Than this face that still haunts me It’s all out war and only the mirror knows
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| You’re still overwhelming me You’re still overwhelming me Lift up the banner
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| Dig out the graves
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| No more surrender
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| There’s hell to be paid
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| Tie down the hatches
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| Armor the gates
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| The war is within you
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| And there’s no escape
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| Lift up the banner, dig out the graves
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| Because hope is needed the most for the vessel breaking in the waves
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| Lift up the banner, dig out the graves!
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| And now I know there’s more to this weary soul
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| Than this face that still haunts me It’s all out war and only the mirror knows
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| You’re still overwhelming me You’re still overwhelming me The price of these vices is far to steep
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| You’re still overwhelming me The price of these vices is far to steep
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| You’re still overwhelming me The price of these vices is far to steep
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| You’re still overwhelming me Overwhelming me And cursed is this body lost from the light
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| That battles the soul and feeds on the vice
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| And I’m just a corpse cold dead and white
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| But YOU are the fire that brought me to life |