| It’s a cold winter’s night in my soul, torches light up the sky like foretold
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| They are coming for me young and old cause they don’t know, they don’t know
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| All the choices I made led me here, never knew man was something to fear
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| Now the witch hunters are drawing near cause they don’t know, they don’t know
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| That I’m waiting, waiting for someone to see me
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| I’m waiting, waiting for these wounds to wipe clean
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| I have hidden my face far away cause the flesh on my skin is on display
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| They say healing will come if I pray but they don’t know, they don’t know
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| That I’m waiting, waiting for someone to see me
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting for these wounds to wipe clean
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| I did not choose my disease, please see the flower in the weeds
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| Cause I’m waiting, waiting for someone to see me
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| I am waiting, I’m waiting for these wounds to wipe clean
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| I’m waiting
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| I’m just waiting oh, oh, oh |