| Standing beside an open grave
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| Your fate decided, your life erased
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| Your final hour has come today
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| Lit by the fire of your temples burning
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| You were a child and so was I
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| Now you’re a hunter but I am a lion
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| And I will cut you down like I’ve done so many times
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| But sometimes bad can do some good
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| Sometimes bad can do some good
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| Sometimes bad can do some good
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| And I heard you say that flesh sells by the pound
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| When blood is raining down it cuts a deep river
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| And I’m diving
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| Now shine a light down onto the earth
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| And shake this gold dust out, out of the dirt
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| No saints beside me and no prayers to guide me
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| Sometimes bad can do some good
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| Bad can do some good
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| Sometimes bad can do some good
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| (Rain down, heaven is falling)
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| I’ve chosen a side and I will show no pity
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| (Rain down, heaven is falling)
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| And spare no lives
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| For those who try me
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| (Rain down, heaven is falling)
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| Let it be understood
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| Sometimes bad can do some good
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| (Rain down, heaven is falling)
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| Sometimes bad can do some good
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| (Rain down, heaven is falling)
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| Sometimes bad can do some good |