| Yes, I hold some keys of gold
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| A cigarrette, a silver bullet
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| Angels crying day and night
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| The world is our stage
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| Look inside and try and find the part of me that tore
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| I wish I knew what I got through Behind…
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| Take my hand across this land
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| Escape this, all the hell inside
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| Create this man to make my stand
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| And break this hardened shell inside
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| I see the man in me The lines along my face are drawn in I believe reflections bleed
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| The sorrows of the souls
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| Let me know the hurt that shows
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| And wish it all away
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| Cos now you’ll see all this pain in me collide…
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| Take my hand across this land
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| Escape this all the hell inside
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| Create this man to make my stand
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| And break this hardened shell in…
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| I see the walls around me fall around me And everything’s alright
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| I see the god amoung me fall amoung me And everything’s beside
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| I see the walls around you, tie and bound you
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| Drown cos you’re so cold. |
| Cold. |
| Cold.
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| Take my hand across this land
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| Escape this all the hell inside
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| Create this man to make my stand
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| And Break this hardened shell inside
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| So take my hand and cross this land
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| And Break this hardned shell in, hardened shell in, hardened shell inside… |