| I’m sure if you wanted to stop love,
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| You could just untie your end and let it go.
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| But, my God, you don’t.
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| Yeah, I think I love you for it.
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| You’re still sending cells to their rightful places,
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| When forming more likely to escape.
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| Such a narrow way of life.
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| What’s it look like from your side?
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| From here I can’t see why it’s worth
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| One more coming out cursed?
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| Say it, say it!
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| Say what this is all for!
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| Say it’s redemption.
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| 'Cause our world is grey, world is grey.
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| We’re just swaying from side to side.
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| Our world is grey, world is grey.
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| We are thieves and saints alike.
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| But you don’t let go, don’t let go.
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| We keep swaying and swaying.
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| And you don’t let go, don’t.
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| Yeah, I think I love you for it.
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| He’s shooting god up in his arm through a needle.
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| And she’s putting cuts on her legs to bleed out the devil.
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| «Surely you will not die, eat and be like God.»
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| What have we done?
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| Say it, say it!
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| Say that this is all for redemption.
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| 'Cause our world is grey, world is grey.
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| We’re just swaying from side to side.
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| Our world is grey, world is grey.
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| We are thieves and saints alike.
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| But you don’t let go, don’t let go.
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| We keep swaying from side to side.
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| We all just sway, we all just sway.
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| But you don’t let go, you don’t.
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| You don’t. |