| Make no mistake, I will wait
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| Till the end of days‚ separate
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| Illusion from my conscious state
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| (You're not safe‚ you’re not safe from me)
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| Clarity‚ deceptive fake
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| Offering, protection
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| From god and my hate
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| (You're not safe, you’re not safe from me)
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| A slave to your delusions becoming evident
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| Leaving my resolution imminent
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| Undeserving absolution
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| Think I’ll start a fire
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| I will burn it down
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| The house with all the liars
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| The ones who sold us out
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| Drowning all these memories drenched in gasoline
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| Our enemies soaked in glycerin
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| So we light the match and we run like hell
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| Run like hell‚ run like hell
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| So we build a funeral pyre
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| And start a fire
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| And here we stand unafraid
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| Though scars remain, I replace
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| The victim with mountains of rage
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| (You're not safe, you’re not safe from me)
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| So I reject forgiveness
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| Through eyes of innocence
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| There’s no evasion from your consequence
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| Undeserving absolution
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| Think I’ll start a fire
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| I will burn it down
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| The house with all the liars
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| The ones who sold us out
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| Drowning all these memories drenched in gasoline
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| Our enemies soaked in glycerin
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| So we light the match and we run like hell
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| Run like hell‚ run like hell
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| So we build a funeral pyre
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| And start a fire
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| And start a fire
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| And start a fire
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| And start a fire
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| Undeserving absolution
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| Think I’ll start a fire
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| I will burn it down
|
| The house with all the liars
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| The ones who sold us out
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| Drowning all these memories drenched in gasoline
|
| Our enemies soaked in glycerin
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| So we light the match and we run like hell
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| Run like… run like hell
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| Run like hell
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| Start a fire
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| Run like hell
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| Start a fire |