| Oh he got poison in his lungs
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| And it will become undone
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| Some sort of freak that feels no pain
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| Walk through the fire like it feels like rain
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| So come on and hold on to that firm belief
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| That your soul is a’fire and forget your
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| Your petty crimes now
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| Hold firm as the raging sea beats at your door
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| Stay there till you can’t you can’t take no more now
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| And the cold sea running through your veins
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| You killed the bitter land to roll her away
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| Oh is this real or did you fabricate
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| Oh you cut the vine like it’s the under dead
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| So make sure you hold on to that firm belief
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| That your soul is a’fire and forget your petty crimes (yeah)
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| Why don’t you hold on as the sea beats down
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| And you’re on the floor and you
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| Find it’s so it’s gon' crashing down
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| Somebody there will be a revolution yeah
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| Ooh
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| Somebody there will be a revolution yeah
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| Ooh
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| Somebody there will be a revolution
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| Ooh ahh yeah
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| Somebody there will be a revolution yeah
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| On yeah oh yeah
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| Some body there will be a revolution yeah
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| Yeah yeah
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| Somebody there will be a revolution yeah
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| Oh Yeah
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| Somebody there will be a revolution |