| I live so addicted just to you.
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| Underneath my damaged skin, it’s true.
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| I don’t want to hear the same opinion.
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| I don’t want to heal the same condition.
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| I don’t want to be like you, like you.
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| Cause I just want to be like me, like me.
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| God is only for the dead.
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| God is only in my head.
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| Is there anyone who cares to answer our prayers?
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| God is only for the damned.
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| God is only in my head.
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| Is there anyone who cares to answer our prayers?
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| My skins are encrypted, just like you.
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| But, underneath we’re flesh and bone, it's true.
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| I don’t want to hear the same opinion.
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| I don’t want to heal the same condition.
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| I don’t want to be like you, like you.
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| Cause I just want to be like me, like me.
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| God is only for the dead.
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| God is only in my head.
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| Is there anyone who cares to answer our prayers?
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| God is only for the damned.
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| God is only in my head.
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| Is there anyone who cares to answer our prayers?
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| Burning red right now, memories burning red.
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| Burning red, burns red.
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| Life is flashing red, burning red right now.
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| They say that God is for the dead.
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| But I won’t let up to rest my head.
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| They say this world is for the damned.
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| Then let it go because we are them.
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| They say God is for the youth.
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| And they say that guns could cure the truth.
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| If God is only for the damned.
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| I’d never want to live again. |