| Bloodthirsty — horn on the wind
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| Hellbent — outside looking in Voices that carry on nightly
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| Don’t ask — just go in now blindly
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| I’m bloodshot, thrown away goods
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| Venomous, so fucking ruthless
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| A well of anger to be avoided
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| Extended forgiveness, and then got bit…
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| They call it the breaking point
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| When it comes to faith, this time you’ve quit
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| They call it the breaking point
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| Stand up against the gates and be counted
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| Counted
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| When summoned!
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| Stand up against the gates and be counted
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| Counted
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| When summoned!
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| Nothing’s ever set in stone
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| Wide through, harvest seeds you’ve sown
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| It’s all right, right as rain
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| As far as I’m concerned, FUCK THE FAME!
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| I’m bloodshot, thrown away goods
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| Venomous, so fucking ruthless
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| A well of sadness to be avoided
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| Extended forgiveness, and then got bit…
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| They call it the breaking point
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| When it comes to faith, this time you’ve quit
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| They call it the breaking point
|
| Stand up against the gates and be counted
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| Counted
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| When summoned!
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| Stand up against the gates and be counted
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| Counted
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| When summoned!
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| Climbing… scratching… uphill
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| So breathless, lifeless, able still
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| Long live this short life of trouble
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| Long live, short life
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| Long live this short life of trouble
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| Long live, long live… |