| Death rides a horse full force, burning bridges
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| Put asunder, this I’m under
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| One face, one oath, one truth
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| Easy money consorts with easy virtue
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| Sing you sinners silent thunder
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| The joy of rapture, riding the bullet
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| It can’t be captured
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| One face, one oath, one truth
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| Easy money consorts with easy virtue
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| No methods to their madness
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| It’s gonna be a long hot winter
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| I see belief, when no one else does
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| I see belief, when no one else does
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| Hope dies, better off think of one
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| Hope dies, these rules are for fools
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| One face, one oath, one truth
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| Easy money consorts with easy virtue
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| Sing you sinners silent thunder
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| The joy of rapture, riding the bullet
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| It can’t be captured
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| One face, one oath, one truth
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| Easy money consorts with easy virtue
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| No methods to their madness
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| It’s gonna be a long hot winter
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| I see belief, when no one else does
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| I see belief, when no one else does |