| Where are we goin', where are we goin'
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| With these arms, these legs
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| Where am I crawlin', where am I crawlin'
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| Back to love again
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| Am I a soldier, am I a soldier
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| If I am bloodied and cleaved
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| Am I a soldier, am I a soldier
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| If I butcher hearts as a hobby
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| Will you stay with me tonight
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| Don’t let me out of your sight
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| Will you take away the impression of glass
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| You reply, «No.»
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| I say, «Alright.»
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| Ok, ok, ok
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| That’s fine
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| Alright
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| Ok, ok, ok
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| That’s fine
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| But if you touch me and I scream
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| Just remember what I mean
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| I’m alright
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| Am I demonic, am I demonic
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| If I dislike the truth
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| Am I a liar, am I a liar
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| If I deny my feelings for you
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| Will you stay with me tonight
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| Don’t let me out of your sight
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| Will you take away the impression of glass
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| You reply, «No.»
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| I say, «Alright.»
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| Ok, ok, ok
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| That’s fine
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| Alright
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| Ok, ok, ok
|
| That’s fine
|
| But if you touch me and I scream
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| Just remember what I mean
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| I’m alright
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| Alright
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| Ok, ok, ok
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| That’s fine
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| Alright
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| Ok, ok, ok
|
| That’s fine
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| But if you touch me and I scream
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| Just remember what I mean
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| If you touch me and I scream
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| Just remember what I mean
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| I’m alright |