| Ever since you were born you’ve been dying
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| Every day a little more you’ve been dying
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| Dying to reach the setting sun
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| As a child, with your mind on the horizon
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| Over corpses, to the prize you kept your eyes on
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| Trying to be the chosen one
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| All those things that you desire
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| You will find here in the fire
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| Put your hands up and reach for the sky
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| Cry for absolution
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| You’ll be down on your knees and you’ll cry
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| Cry for absolution
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| Even now when you’re here you are moving
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| Hysterically seeking out what needs improving
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| And you’re still asking for the sun
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| All those things that you desire
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| You will find here in the fire
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| Put your hands up and reach for the sky
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| Cry for absolution
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| You’ll be down on your knees and you’ll cry
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| Cry for absolution
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| You’ll cry
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| You’ll cry
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| You’ll cry
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| You’ll cry
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| You’ll cry
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| You’ll cry
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| Put your hands up and reach for the sky
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| Cry for absolution
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| You’ll be down on your knees and you’ll cry
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| Cry for absolution
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| Put your hands up and reach for the sky
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| Cry for absolution
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| You’ll be down on your knees and you’ll cry
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| Cry for absolution |