| It’s the end of the world and I feel fine
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| Calling raptures reign of fire, sucking logic cold and dry
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| It’s the end of the world, now we all die
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| Burned away and lost in time, as we let the rockets fly
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| I don’t ever wanna be, part of something wondering
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| Every single part of me says baby, I’m the black sheep
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| You can’t take me forcibly; |
| you can’t change that part of me
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| I am always gonna be what I choose
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| So I won’t bow down to your love sick martyr, I’m a man
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| I’ll stand and be free, as free as I can
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| You can follow to the edge, to the bottom of the world
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| I won’t be waiting for you when you open your eyes
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| It’s too late for justifying common sense
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| Transparent men will smash their fists into the cities we adore
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| It’s the final chapter of this horrid book
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| Its revelations have been hooked inside the mouths of common man
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| I don’t ever wanna be, part of something wondering
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| Every single part of me says baby, I’m the black sheep
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| You can’t take me forcibly; |
| you can’t change that part of me
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| I am always gonna be what I choose
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| So I won’t bow down to your love sick martyr, I’m a man
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| I’ll stand and be free, as free as I can
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| You can follow to the edge, to the bottom of the world
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| I won’t be waiting for you when you open your eyes |