| Lookin' for thrills
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| Lookin' for fun
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| Sayin' the gray work can’t be done
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| Giving advice but I know his voice
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| But I still believe I have a choice
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| I’m starting to climb
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| I’ve started before
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| It’s makin' it’s arguments once more
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| It won’t ever work
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| Nobody’ll care
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| What’s more there’s nothing
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| This is
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| The enemy within
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| And it’s always saying it’s always been my friend
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| But I don’t believe the single thing
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| Coming out of the mouth of the enemy
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| Cause I know the enemy
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| And it’s still trying to get me to give in
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| To the enemy within
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| When I resist
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| It changes it’s tone
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| And tells me I’ll end up all alone
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| Cause look at it kill
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| Look at it turn on anyone who wants to learn
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| Tries to seduce me into a trap
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| Tells me I’m special
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| And there’s that
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| That gives me a clue, it’s tipping me off
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| It’s not the voice of God
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| It’s the enemy within
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| And it’s always saying it’s always been my friend
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| But I don’t believe the single thing
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| Coming out of the mouth of the enemy
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| Cause I know the enemy
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| And it’s still trying to get me to give in
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| To the enemy within
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| It’s telling me it’s natural
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| It’s all the dawn of time
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| It’s always was
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| But that’s lie because now I know
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| That it’s a virus
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| That is not a vital part of our divine, imperfect nacre
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| It’s mainly an illusion
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| Imitation, it’s a fake
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| It’s just a construct made of memories
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| Of pretended failure
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| And the lie of separation
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| And the lie that love is dangerous
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| So I’m praying for the strength and for the valor
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| And the virtue of the being that I came from
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| And the being I’ll return to
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| Not the
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| It’s the enemy within
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| And it’s always saying it’s always been my friend
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| But I don’t believe the single thing
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| Coming out of the mouth of the enemy
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| Cause I know the enemy
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| And it’s still trying to get me to give in
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| To the enemy within
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| The enemy within |