| When the leaning tower falls to the ground
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| When the hearsay’s too much to think about
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| And they think that they’ve got you figured out
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| It’s a rude world, it’s a vicious world
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| When they’re throwing stones
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| There’s a place I know
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| I can always go
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| To my sanctuary, baby, where I run
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| And when the streets are burnin', baby, and I know
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| If they come with torches
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| Cause they don’t like the truth
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| They can’t hurt me when I’m with you
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| You’re my sanctuary, baby
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| And I know I’m home, I’m home
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| When the saints all dance to the trumpet sounds
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| With apocalypse faces in the crowd
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| There’s only one place left that matters now
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| When it’s all wrong, I need someone
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| Tied up! |
| Next to a lightning rod
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| Lined up! |
| I’ll cross a firing squad
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| If I’m beside you
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| Our hearts are enemy-proof
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| Nothing’s getting through
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| Tied up! |
| Next to a lightning rod
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| Lined up! |
| I’ll cross a firing squad
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| If I’m beside you
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| Our hearts are enemy-proof
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| Nothing’s getting through |