| You will come back within yourself
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| you can be art when we melt
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| and i will know what you were for
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| i say we’re leaving
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| there ain’t nothing here at all
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| another day, a week, the mall
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| and baby if I was in demand
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| you would be mind
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| someday this place it going to burn
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| is your whole life in there waiting?
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| someday your head is going to turn and you’ll realize
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| i’m missing, do you realize?
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| you will come back
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| convince yourself you can stay alive
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| and wait for me
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| and i will know what this was for
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| and I’ll say we’re leaving
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| there ain’t nothing here at all
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| another month, a year that’s all
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| so you can tell them I’m coming
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| and hell’s coming with me
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| someday this place is going to burn
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| is your whole life in the waiting
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| someday their heads are going to turn and they’ll realize
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| you’re missing
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| we are there |