| There’s a lightning storm each and every night
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| Crashing inside you like motorbikes
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| We toss and turn, sleep so loud
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| Grind the teeth in our empty mouths
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| Our empty…
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| There’s a forest fire burning bright
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| Spreading quickly towards our last rites
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| Nowhere to run, pointless to hide
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| Just lay there and scream, pretending to try
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| Pretending…
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| Intending to burn, pretending to fight it
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| Everyone learns faster on fire
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| Things took a turn, lost all desire
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| You live and you burn
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| You live and you burn
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| This impending doom is left deep inside
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| And it’s haunting you each and every night
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| Like starving wolves counting sheep
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| We close our eyes, pretending to sleep
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| Descending…
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| Intending to burn, pretending to fight it
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| Everyone learns faster on fire
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| Things took a turn, lost all desire
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| You live and you burn, you live and
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| Like hell, we are anxiously waiting
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| Like hell, burning silently strong
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| Somehow we fell down by the wayside
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| And somehow this hell is home
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| As we burn, pretending to fight it
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| Everyone learns faster on fire
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| Things took a turn, lost all desire
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| You live and you burn
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| You live and…
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| Like hell, we are anxiously waiting
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| Like hell, burning silently strong
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| Somehow we fell down by the wayside
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| And somehow this hell is home
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| Right now, this hell is my home |