| Now it’s two minutes to midnight, and they’re
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| Building houses of cards
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| It will spiral out until the day we all fall
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| While the enemy’s all around us, and he
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| Slowly tears us apart
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| It will spiral out until the day we all fall
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| We’re getting ready for the sound
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| This self-consuming contradiction
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| The more it turns the more we just deform
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| But either way, you can’t look in my dark room
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| To bloom like a rose in the mouth of a gun
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| We’re reaching out in order to get shot down
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| While the world around us just implodes
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| With new names for «God» and «country»
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| With new words for every song we sing
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| And it’s only to get shot down, hey
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| And it’s only to get shot
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| I don’t care if the whole world is burning, oh Lord (all men obey)
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| There’s certain things I forgot I should fear, hey (all men obey)
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| Keep on screaming till your kingdom crumbles (all men obey)
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| It won’t stop until I’m sure you hear, hey (all men obey)
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| I’m moaning on the floor for your forgiveness (all men obey)
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| But here they coming, the four winds blowing
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| And four horses, I hear 'em coming
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| Sh, we’re gonna start over there
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| And we’ll spiral out singing now
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| And it’s only to get shot down
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| And it’s only to get shot down
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| And it’s only to get shot down
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| And it’s only to get shot down
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| And it’s only to get shot down
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| And it’s only to get shot down
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| And it’s only to get shot |