| I can’t afford to seize
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| I never stay for too long
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| And when the whistle blows
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| Every light goes out in order
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| Waking up inside a profane dream
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| And someone innocent
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| Pull the storage cell is empty
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| Your straining stare
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| Cut from every other home
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| In the sequence of our unidentified
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| Impersonator
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| Cause you know just what to say and
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| By any other name is still a lie
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| The amethyst will beat into your skull
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| Cum pouring out
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| Hoping to see why you don’t show
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| Any emotion you fear that’s
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| Breaking you open to feel our
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| Wild Force
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| Whatever comes of this
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| I want to
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| Fill the big frame
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| Beside your prison bed
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| Every eye sealed shut with resentment
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| I can’t afford to speak
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| In this nauseous daze
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| Once the ice is broke
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| Every hand you held will pull you down
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| Are we made like this
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| By a raging fool
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| We were wrong and we resisted our own charge
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| Are we trained like this? |
| Bite the giving hand
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| We were lost and there was no place we could go
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| Your straining stare
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| Cut from every other home
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| In the sequence of our unidentified
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| Impersonator
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| Cause you know just what to say and
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| By any other name is still a lie
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| The amethyst will beat into your skull
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| Cum pouring out
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| Hoping to see why you don’t show
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| Any emotion you fear
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| That’s breaking you open to feel our
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| Wild Force
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| Crawl out my shell
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| Change
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| When will I get a chance
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| Don’t lose your nerve again
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| When will
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| I get a chance
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| Crawl out my shell (out in the dark I can hear someone singing along with us)
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| Change
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| When will I get a chance (I never thought that could be on my own again)
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| Don’t lose your nerve again (now all this time I spent waiting for something to
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| change is gone)
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| When will (never escaping the echoing sound of your locked engage)
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| I get a chance
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| I might as well be dead
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| When will
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| I get to it |