| Maybe we’ll never learn?
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| The fire at the gates is our saving grace
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| Remember we were born to burn
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| There is a holy hell where we can save ourselves
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| There is a holy hell where we can save ourselves
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| We will be cast out of paradise
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| It’s a long ascent out of the black
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| But we all have to sacrifice, hang the iconoclast
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| And kiss the feet of the amnesiac
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| 'Cause the moment is dead when I’m lost in the past
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| Maybe we’ll never learn?
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| The fire at the gates is our saving grace
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| Remember we were born to burn
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| There is a holy hell where we can save ourselves
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| But now the rivers are running red
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| And the skies have been set ablaze
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| I’ve been fearing the worst again
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| Heavenly terrorist, have you been mourning over yesterday?
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| Don’t forget to breathe when the knife begins to twist
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| Fuck this self-pity, it’s not that hard to see
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| We get one chance, these wounds will set me free
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| There’s poison on the key, it brings you to your knees
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| But even the mountains erode in the rain
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| A single spark can start a forest fire
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| Light one match and burn down the empire
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| There’s gold buried in the blue, oh
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| There’s gold buried in the blue
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| Holy Hell, I’ve got nothing left to lose
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| And I can tell there’s gold buried in the blue
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| Maybe we’ll never learn?
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| The fire at the gates is our saving grace
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| Remember we were born to burn
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| There is a holy hell where we can save ourselves
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| Holy Hell, I’ve got nothing left to lose
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| And I can tell there’s gold buried in the blue
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| But even the mountains erode in the rain
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| A single spark can start a forest fire
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| Light one match and burn down the empire
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| There’s gold buried in the blue
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| There’s gold buried in the blue |