| If I had to drown myself
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| in gasoline
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| would you carry the match for me?
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| If I had to kill them all
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| to purify
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| would you bury the dead with me?
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| Strange how it feels, to fly alone
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| when the pilot’s down
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| Close to the end, we won’t atone
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| when the pilot’s down
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| If I let the fever grow
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| and sicken you
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| would you spread the disease with me?
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| Sabotage the only cure
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| to keep us pure
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| and infect everyone we see
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| Strange how it feels, to fly alone
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| when the pilot’s down
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| Close to the end, we won’t atone
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| When the pilot’s down
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| Watching it all come apart
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| So we can begin, to be new again
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| Taking a blade to the heart
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| So we can begin, to be new again
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| To be new again
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| How does it feel, the corves are set
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| death is in the net
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| Follow my lead, prepare yourself
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| for what is next
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| If I had the key to all
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| that’s nuclear
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| would you turn on the switch with me?
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| With poison in the atmosphere,
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| would you stay down here
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| on the ground for a thousand years?
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| Watching it all come apart
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| So we can begin to be new again
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| Taking a blade to the heart
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| So we can begin to be new again
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| To be new again |