| One day the world will end in fire
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| Distorted by desire
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| Everything you want doesn’t have a price
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| Even Adam didn’t listen as he took the bite
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| Now I gotta learn to hold it
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| It’s gone in a moment
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| Hated all the guilt, so I didn’t stay
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| Now I feel him staring at me every single day
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| Every single day
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| Feeling it breathing down my neck and I’m sick of it
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| Giving up. |
| usually not my style but I’m nearing it
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| Sing it loud from the top of my lungs, yeah
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| Hope it helps with the damage I’ve done, yeah
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| Feeling it breathing down my neck and I’m sick of it
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| Giving up, it’s not my style but I’m nearing it
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| Sing it loud from the top of my lungs, yeah
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| Hope it helps with the damage I’ve done, yeah
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| Truth is, I knew it wasn’t for me
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| The savior in the stories
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| Better fold your hands and you better pray
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| Even Peter took a chance when he didn’t stay
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| What now? |
| Eternity of burning?
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| Am I so undeserving?
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| Tried to step away and I felt the might
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| Now I feel him staring at me every single night
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| Every single night
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| Feeling it breathing down my neck and I’m sick of it
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| Giving up, usually not my style but I’m nearing it
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| Sing it loud from the top of my lungs, yeah
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| Hope it helps with the damage I’ve done, yeah
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| Feeling it breathing down my neck and I’m sick of it
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| Giving up, it’s not my style but I’m nearing it
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| Sing it loud from the top of my lungs, yeah
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| Hope it helps with the damage I’ve done, yeah
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| Though countless will perish, for eternity burned
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| Don’t ask me to witness, don’t seek my concern
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| To yield unto his Word, I cannot, you see
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| Lest one I offend and they won’t like me
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| I guess they don’t like me
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| Well, go save somebody else then
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| Feeling it breathing down my neck and I’m sick of it
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| Giving up, usually not my style but I’m nearing it
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| Sing it loud from the top of my lungs, yeah
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| Hope it helps with the damage I’ve done, yeah
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| Feeling it breathing down my neck and I’m sick of it
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| Giving up, it’s not my style but I’m nearing it
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| Sing it loud from the top of our lungs, yeah
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| Will it ever end, will it ever end?
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| Will it ever end, will it ever end?
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| Will it ever end, will it ever end?
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| Feeling it breathing down my neck and I’m sick of it
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| Giving up, usually not my style but I’m nearing it (Will it ever end,
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| will it ever end?)
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| Feeling it breathing down my neck and I’m sick of it
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| Giving up, usually not my style but I’m nearing it (Will it ever end,
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| will it ever end?)
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| Feeling it breathing down my neck and I’m sick of it (Sing it loud from the top
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| of our lungs)
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| Giving up, usually not my style but I’m nearing it (Will it ever end,
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| will it ever end?)
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| Feeling it breathing down my neck and I’m sick of it (Sing it loud from the top
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| of our lungs)
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| Giving up, usually not my style but I’m nearing it (Will it ever end,
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| will it ever end?)
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| Sing it loud from the top of our lungs, yeah
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| Will it ever end, will it ever end?
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| Sing it loud from the top of our lungs, yeah
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| Will it ever end, will it ever end?
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| Sing it loud from the top of our lungs, yeah
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| Will it ever end, will it ever end?
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| Sing it loud from the top of our lungs, yeah
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| Will it ever end, will it ever end? |