| With gasoline burning
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| Insurgents are returning
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| Do you like it?
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| With strategy by torch-light
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| And aerial dog-fight
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| Do you like it?
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| Take the hooks, stick them in, pull my skin tighter
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| Take the blade, push it in, and cut me deeper
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| Oh, wait for the sound, the voice that you need
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| The voice that you wanted to hear
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| Play the game right into the grave
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| No souls are worth saving the world isn’t changing tonight
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| Your fists in the air, nobody cares
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| Nobody’s listening to you
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| Sing your song, and never be wrong
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| Just one more shot in the heart, but your target is missed
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| Held up in a back room
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| I guess they spoke too soon
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| Do you like it?
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| Take what you need just make sure that
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| They bleed once again
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| Yeah, I like it
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| Take the hooks, stick them in, pull my skin tighter
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| Take the blade, push it in, cut me deeper
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| Oh, wait for the sound, the voice that you need
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| The voice that you wanted to hear
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| Play the game right into the grave
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| No souls are worth saving the world isn’t changing tonight
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| Your fists in the air, nobody cares
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| Nobody’s listening to you
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| Sing your song, and never be wrong
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| Just one more shot in the heart, but your target is missed
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| The lies that they tell
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| Keep me wide awake at night
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| The depths of despair
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| Like footsteps on the stair |