| Beautiful morning’s breaking
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| Leaving us all behind
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| All of the gloomy faces
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| And all the truth we hide
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| Nail me up, crucify
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| I’m on my way to the freeway
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| Nail me up, testify
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| But none of your lies will hurt me no more
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| Strain the truth, print your lies
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| Let me fall into the other side
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| So bail me, bail me out of you!
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| Now that our life is wasted
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| There’s no use to look behind
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| Only the burned down places
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| Reminds us of what we used to have
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| Nail me up, crucify
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| I’m on my way to the freeway
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| Nail me up, testify
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| But none of your lies will hurt me no more
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| Strain the truth, print your lies
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| Let me fall into the other side
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| So bail me, bail me out
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| Fading out of your soul
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| I won’t be there for you anymore
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| So bail me, bail me out
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| Nail me up, crucify
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| I’m on my way to the freeway
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| Nail me up, testify
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| Your lies will hurt me no more
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| Now that our life is wasted
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| There’s no use to look behind
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| Strain the truth, print your lies
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| Let me fall into the other side
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| So bail me, bail me out
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| Fading out of your soul
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| I won’t be there for you anymore
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| So bail me, bail me out of you
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| Of you
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| Of you
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| Of you |