| August ends
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| If I’m ever gonna see you again
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| Would I know about the place you
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| Wild one
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| If you ever get the trial done
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| I know you have a special name for your kind
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| Way it feels when it’s in your hand
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| If I’m ever meant to see you again
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| You should feel it too
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| How am I to make you believe me?
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| How am I to get you to see?
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| America is burning from the inside out
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| I don’t think we’re meant to be free
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| I don’t think we’re meant to be free
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| I don’t think we’re meant to be
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| Let me find another face
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| I was searching for a famous way to die
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| But at we communicate, I
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| Obviously wasn’t right
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| I was searching a painless way through life
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| But I run away so I can be clear why
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| All my thoughts give way
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| Disappearing atoms
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| Desperately, I fall to my hands
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| All my words give way
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| Endless abolition
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| Desperately, I forfeit my plan
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| How am I to make you believe me?
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| How am I to get you to see?
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| America is burning from the inside out
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| We were never meant to be free
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| How am I to make you believe me?
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| How am I to get you to see?
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| February’s torture without you here
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| I will never get the relief
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| How am I to make you believe me
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| How am I to get you to see?
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| America is burning from the inside out
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| We were never meant to be free
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| Oh, I know you’re the one
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| Oh, I know it
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| We were never listening
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| We were never |