| Take care of yourself, this is your story
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| Your voice is shakin' the walls, and they’re crumbling down
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| But what can I do except stand here watching you
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| My fearful eyes are paralyzed with visions of tomorrows swept away
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| And someone’s gonna get burned
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| We’re leading ourselves down a blind alley
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| No one to watch over us as we stumble and fall
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| But what can I see, except all your history
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| A reaper grim sent saracens who cannot see the writing on the walls
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| And someone’s gonna get burned
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| I see my christian brothers raising angry hands
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| And though they try show me, I still don’t understand
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| ‘Cause there’s a war going on
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| And you’re down in the streets
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| We’re clearing the way for a new order
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| Old ways are losing their hold, now we’ve opened our eyes
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| But what can I say except God speed anyway
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| A destiny and its got to be, and later on they’ll judge you right or wrong
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| Think about what you’re doin'…
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| Blind alley, you’re going down a blind alley
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| Blind alley, you’re going down a blind alley |