| It’s the start of the end
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| Surrender the throne
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| The blood on my hands covered the holes
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| We’ve been surrounded by vicious cycles
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| And we’re truly alone
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| The scars on your heart are yours to atone
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| We’ve been surrounded
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| Let 'em sing, let 'em sing!
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| The deeper you dig, the darker it gets
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| There’s nowhere else for us to go
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| We live what we learn, and then we forget
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| We’ll never find our way back home
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| Come on!
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| They came like moths to a flame
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| You left like a house in a hurricane
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| (The wolves are at my door)
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| It’s the start of the end
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| Surrender the throne
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| The blood on my hands covered the holes
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| We’ve been surrounded by vicious cycles
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| The end — and we’re truly alone
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| The scars on your heart are yours to atone
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| We’ve been surrounded
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| Let 'em sing, let 'em sing!
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| I hear them clawing at the gates
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| (Let us in, let us in)
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| I hear them calling out my name
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| (I don’t care)
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| Let them sing, let them sing, let them sing
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| Let the bastards sing
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| Let them sing, let them sing
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| Let the bastards sing
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| Let them sing, let them sing
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| Let the bastards sing
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| Let the God-forsaken bastards sing
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| They came like moths to a flame
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| You left like a house in a hurricane
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| The wolves are at my door
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| But I can see the writing on the walls
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| The wolves are at my door
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| Waiting for my empire to fall
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| It’s the start of the end
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| Surrender the throne
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| The blood on my hands covered the holes
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| We’ve been surrounded by vicious cycles
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| The end — and we’re truly alone
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| The scars on your heart are yours to atone
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| We’ve been surrounded
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| Let 'em sing, let 'em sing! |