| Oh my god,
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| I have the remedy for love,
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| I struck the glass, it broke the bones inside my fist, but i’m ok
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| I cannot change you, you never change,
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| I’m not what would expect, take my blood anyway
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| Something do profound, something you wont expect
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| Take this scripture like a picture, wear it around your neck
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| The sky it opens up
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| Don’t get swallowed by the flames
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| What’s mine is yours and yours is mine so take me away
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| You hear the sound, to carry out
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| There’s no sympathy for the dead
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| It swells and i, was never the same
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| There’s no sympathy for the dead
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| I take my stomach pills, in the middle of your reign
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| We see the stones falling from the sky, on fire
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| The blinding light beaming from your eyes, our desire
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| Life has died, in the end we’re still alive, to tell the love
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| I see you down, crashing like a tidal wave
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| Whoa
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| I cannot change you, you’ll never change,
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| I’m not what would expect, take my blood anyway
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| I can’t breathe
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| Wake up from this nightmare that I’m in
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| Dive into a holy river, and wash away my sins
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| I reach, say good bye my serpents of the water
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| I will breathe and burn out my eyes
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| You hear the sounds to carry out
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| There’s no sympathy for the dead
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| It swells and I was never the same
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| There’s no sympathy for the dead
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| I take my stomach pills, in the middle of your reign
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| We see the stones falling from the sky, on fire
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| The blinding light beaming from your eyes, our desire
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| Life has died, in the end we’re still alive, to tell the love
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| I see you down, crashing like a tidal wave
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| Whoa
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| So take the medicines
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| To quench the pain we had
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| And walk until the end
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| Until you reach the sin
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| A hundred thousand wings
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| Soaring through the sky
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| At instant speeds
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| We can dance with our eyes
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| You hear the sounds, of a third carry out
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| Just wait (Just wait)
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| You have to retain
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| I struck the glass, it shattered bones in my fist
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| I hit the glass, shattered bones in this cast
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| You have to change
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| (There's no sympathy for the dead)
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| (You have to change) |