| Thoughts, they are like restless beasts in my head
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| Time, it slowly kills me in my cold bed
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| And turns my faith into a dark and open doubt
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| I am running into the fire
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| Tonight this war is easily lost
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| 'Cause I can't cut these wires
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| And sparks will turn into
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| A fire, a fire
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| I am running into the fire
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| (Oh, oh, oh)
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| (Oh, oh, oh)
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| Thoughts, are creeping in with arms of silence
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| Time, will make me drown here on my island
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| When pressure's rising like a wave of open scars
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| I am running into the fire
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| Tonight this war is easily lost
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| 'Cause I can't cut these wires
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| And sparks will turn into
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| A fire, a fire
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| I am running into the fire
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| I'm running, running, running, running, running
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| Into a fire
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| I'm running, running, running, running, running
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| Into a fire
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| (Oh, oh, oh)
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| (Oh, oh, oh) |