| Nerve, here I’ve born
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| Feeding on his lung
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| Verve is his curse
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| Because he wanted to meet Christ alone
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| Here, you’re no good
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| We could be so flown
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| Misunderstood
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| We could be your god
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| There in my bones
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| We could be so flown
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| Misunderstood
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| Because he wanted to meet Christ alone
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| But you will
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| But you will never find me, breach unborn
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| Never come here, watch me burn
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| Never, bitch, 'cause your scars show
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| Never will I burn
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| Under beneath the floor, before
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| His face, 'cause you’re no good
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| We could have been like one
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| Bitch, you feel sore
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| We could be so flown
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| Misunderstood
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| Because he wanted to meet Christ alone
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| But you will
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| But you will never find me, breach unborn
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| Never, sit and watch me burn
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| Never, bitch, 'cause your scars show
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| Never will I burn
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| Will I burn
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| Will I burn
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| Will I burn
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| Beg, don’t try and cross together
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| Beg, don’t try and cross together
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| Beg, don’t try and cross together
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| Beg, don’t even waste your breath |