| How many lies does it take
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| To squeeze an open mind so shut
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| That nothing gets in undevised
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| And fear is fuel for all desire
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| Borders drawn to isolate
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| And not signify a change in ideas
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| While people piss on love’s grave
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| And blame a god for their ways
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Save your soul if you can
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| You might never get to come back again
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| Save your soul if you can
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| Cause our time’s running out
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| Hero, deadman, hero, deadman
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| Hero, deadman, hero, deadman
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| Save our souls, take our hands
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| Save our souls, take our hands
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| Some devise their own plans
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| To cure the mass exodus
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| Crawling in to some sick hands
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| Control surrendered to demands
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| Who would think the time would come
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| When people again stop to care
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| Thinkers start to lose ideas
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| And dig ourselves a shallow early grave
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Save your soul if you can
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| You might never get to come back again
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| Save your soul if you can
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| Cause our time’s running out
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| Hero, deadman, hero, deadman
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| Hero, deadman, hero, deadman
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| Save our souls, take our hands
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| Save our souls, take our hands
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| We still doubt as brains untie
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| The sky is falling
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| Now we’re crawling
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| But we can’t see straight through our shallow
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| We can’t think straight
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| Now we’re drowning
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| So save your soul if you can
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| You might never come back again
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| Save your soul if you can
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| Cause our time’s running out
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| Hero, deadman, hero, deadman
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| Hero, deadman, hero, deadman
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| Save our souls, take our hands
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| Save our souls, take our hands |