| You echo through my mind
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| I’m wasting time again
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| On you my old friend
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| I know you’ve made your mind
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| I can’t accept the crime
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| Your face in the headlines
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| Are we born sick? |
| Can we get better?
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| Are we born sick? |
| Are we born sick?
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| Can we get better? |
| Can we get better?
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| Is there any hope left for you?
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| Drawn like a moth to a flame
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| And now I’m out of reach
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| 'Cause cold hands drag you underneath
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| They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions
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| But walk the crooked path
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| You’ll loose your own reflection
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| Will it stand the test of time?
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| That I was living in a lie?
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| At the elbow of a black sheep
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| But I was walking with a wolf
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| Break this
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| Erase this
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| Melt my heart to the core
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| There’s no hope left for you
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| Drawn like a moth to a flame
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| Do you remember me
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| 'Cause cold hands dragged us underneath
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| Substance destroyed your name
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| Shut my eyes, can’t face the truth
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| You’ve dug a grave for two
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| Frostbitten hands will drag you under
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| Frostbitten hands will drag you down
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| Frostbitten hands will drag you under
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| Frostbitten hands will drag you down
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| Frostbitten hands will drag you under
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| Frostbitten hands will drag you down
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| Drawn like a moth to a flame
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| Do you remember me
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| 'Cause cold hands dragged us underneath
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| Substance destroyed your name
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| Shut my eyes, can’t face the truth
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| You’ve dug a grave for two
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| Frostbitten hands will drag you under
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| Frostbitten hands will drag you down
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| Frostbitten hands will drag you under
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| Frostbitten hands will drag you down |