| There’s a cold, cold, trickle down my spine
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| The white writer gonna tell you what’s not mine
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| Oh I hope I see you passing by my door
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| Oh I hope I won’t see you anymore
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| Oh I know on the inside you’re wondering why you fight
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| It seems that your restrained by devout belief that ruins your life
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| I won’t listen to you won’t you blow right past my door
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| Oh I won’t listen to you, blank the screen and I’ll try to ignore you
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| There’s a white, light glimmer in my eye
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| And the light is refracting in my sight
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| Oh I Hope I see you passing by my door
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| I hope I don’t see you anymore
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| Oh I know on the inside you’re wondering why you fight
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| It seems that your restrained by devout belief that ruins your life
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| I won’t listen to you won’t you blow right past my door
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| Oh I won’t listen to you, blank the screen and I’ll try to ignore you
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| Bridge
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| Is it strange to believe that the lukewarm pollution has seen revolution
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| Hard to reside & the fires steal the light and the spirits need reviving
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| Will to your father, he’ll hold you through these treacherous times
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| (… not sure about this line)
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| Instrumental
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| You should catch onto the rest |