| It’s been a cold day in hell
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| And I’ve been frozen in these tracks again
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| Your words don’t ever gel
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| Becoming senseless, still I raise my hands again
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| And I’m still lost in your restraint
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| Still pretending every day
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| And the nails get deeper
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| But I never said I’d die for you
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| Now you innocence is gone
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| And inside there’s no one home
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| And I’m better off alone
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| Than living in your house of stone
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| There’s been a thousand lies
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| And a thousand things I never said
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| I lived a sacrifice, lost track of time, living in the past
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| Now there’s no more compromise
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| For the wasted years I’ve tried
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| And I’m better off alone
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| Than living in your house of stone
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| Don’t look back
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| Now your time has come and gone
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| Much too fast and it still flies on and on
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| On and on and it cuts you to the bone
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| Once it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone
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| Crucified, back from the dead again
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| Realized, resurrection from the sin
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| It’s not a question of my strength
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| But then you always were the perfect one
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| It’s going to be too late
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| Next time you think that
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| You’ll be coming back for more
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| Well, you better think again
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| Living in your false pretense
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| Cause I’ll be better off alone
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| Than living in you house of stone
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| Back from the dead again |