| You want a riot
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| You want fire
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| Consumed for some time
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| Well I’m tired
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| I’m tired
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| Of closed eyes fumbling for horizons
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| I’m tired
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| I’m tired
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| Of your lies and color and all your mind wreck
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| I’m tired
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| I’m tired before
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| As gently as you can
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| Hold on This might not go as planned
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| Hold on I know you feel this strain
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| Hold on As violent as you can
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| Hold on There are storms beneath the fire
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| Bodies bruise in so many ways
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| Where’s the choir to admire
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| Just hold on What am I to desire
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| Where the humble and honest way
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| Further pressed into desire
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| Just hold on As gently as you can
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| This might not go as planned
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| Just hold on Who am I to say hold on?
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| This could be my last day
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| Just hold on As gently as you can
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| This might not go as planned
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| Just hold on Hold on This might not go as planned
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| Hold on Hold on Hold on There are storms beneath the fire
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| As gently as you can
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| Where’s the choir to admire?
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| What I am to desire?
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| Further pressed into desire
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| Just hold on There are storms beneath the fire
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| Bodies bruise so many ways
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| Further pressed into desire
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| Just hold on What am I to desire
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| Where are humble and honest way
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| There are storms beneath the fire
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| Just hold on There are storms beneath the fire
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| I’m tired
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| I’m tired
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| Of closed eyes fumbling for horizons |