| Children born and raised on a Sunday
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| Hearing what their leaders say
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| Singing along
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| A story missing to the ones who won’t listen
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| All the words are left alone
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| But I’ve been running out
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| Fighting to stay above the line and
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| I can feel the Devil is close so It’s gonna follow me down
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| It’s gonna follow me down (Gonna follow!)
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| Last rites in a lost city
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| I can’t fight for a life I’ve never known
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| Dark lights giving no pity
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| Last rites for a place I call my home.
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| Fear is in the war for society
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| Hungry for the heresy
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| Never atone
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| A spark that glistens for the
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| Souls of a mission
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| Canonize this pile of stones
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| But I’m rebelling now
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| Fighting to save my only life and
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| I can feel the rapture is close so It’s gonna follow me down
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| It’s gonna follow me down (Gonna follow!)
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| Last rites in a lost city
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| I can’t fight for a life I’ve never known
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| Dark lights giving no pity
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| Last rites for a place I call my home
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| For a place I call my home
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| For a place I call my home!
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| Sanctus
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| Dominus
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| I am left alone
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| Last rites in a lost city
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| I can’t fight for a life I’ve never known
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| Dark lights giving no pity
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| Last rites for a place I call my home
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| For a place I call my home
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| For a place I call my home! |