| But, I’m… while I don’t mind having all this going on inside of me.
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| It’s sort of… I think I’m going to be relieved when it’s over.
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| When I can sort of settle back down
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| It’s where you live, but you don’t know how it’s built
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| If we’re just dust, then it doesn’t matter who you kill
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| Don’t cut me up and tell me that it’s ok
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| Just turn it off 'cause I don’t care anyway
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up
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| Something’s stirring in a deep Atlantic trench
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| Doesn’t forget the thousand years before it slept
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| It’s the beast, it’s my heart, it’s open
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| Dive down into its unit in its head
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up like a torch on a pitch black night
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| Like an ember in the needles of a dried out pine
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| Lit me up and I burn from the inside out
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| Yeah, I burn like a witch in a Puritan town
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| It lit me
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| It lit me
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| When I grow up I want to be a heretic
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| I want to climb over the wall 'cause I’m not on the list
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| I want to put my hands to work till the work’s done
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| I want to open up my heart like the ocean
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up
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| It lit me up like a rag soaked in gasoline
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| In the neck of the bottle breaking right at my feet
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| It lit me up and I burned from the inside out
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| Yeah, I burned like a witch in a Puritan town
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| It lit me
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| It was a good dream
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| If so… you will be dead tonight |