| I heard this line one time 'bout tryin’to save the world
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| But have you ever tried to save yourself
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| A wide-eye suicide drive remains a fake
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| As if you’d ever, ever go and make that same mistake
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| Strung out as the night comes crawling
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| Your halo of thorns is falling
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| Blood runs cold, I feel it in my bones
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| But you don’t know your time is up And blood runs cold
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| Somebody somewhere is screamin’out the words
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| But do they ever really ease the pain
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| I guess what I’m trying to say is whose life is it anyway
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| Because livin', livin’is the best revenge you can play
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| This fall from grace
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| I see your face, it’s over
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| Blood runs cold, I feel it in my bones
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| But you don’t know your time is up And blood runs cold
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| From you love was kind
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| Resolved, left scarred and blind
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| Wasted and naked in the wings
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| Denying twist of fate
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| Demanding heaven’s gate
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| Lying in wait above the wind
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| Strung out as the night comes crawling
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| Your halo of thorns is falling
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| Blood runs cold, I feel it in my bones
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| But you don’t know your time is up And blood runs cold
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| Blood runs cold
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| Blood runs cold |