| The sky was crying
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| A dark language that
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| None of us can speak
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| Soak me to the bone
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| Drown me upon my throne
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| And swept me off my feet
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| I was hoping that a miracle would save me
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| Because I could feel the devil closing in
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| So I went down to the river
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| Tried to wash away my sins
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| But there were no gods in the water
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| Just reflections of my face
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| The visions of my demons
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| Cause my soul to slip away
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| No, I don’t want to hurt no more
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| I chase the night but it won’t set me free
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| When darkness falls and thunder closes in
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| I’m running to the wild, I’m running to the wild
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| What once glittered gold
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| Is now coated in rust
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| The sign of an empire in the dust
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| The streets on fire
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| And the people watch it burn
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| And I still don’t know which way to turn
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| I was hoping that a miracle would save me
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| Because I could feel the devil closing in
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| So I went down to the river
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| Tried to wash away my sins
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| But there were no gods in the water
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| Just reflections of my face
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| The visions of my demons cause my soul to slip away
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| No, I don’t want to hurt no more
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| I chase the night but it won’t set me free
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| When darkness falls and thunder closes in
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| I’m running to the wild, I’m running to the wild
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| I’m running to the wild
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| I’m running to the wild |