| What’s the sense of running blind
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| If you never know where you go?
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| What’s the sense of suicide
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| If the crash is all you know?
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| I’m a right-down, lower than the low
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| Collecting other people’s sins
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| What’s the sense if you got to go
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| If you don’t know where you been?
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| A classic indication; |
| march out of time
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| A standard application and you’re not the kind
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| I’m coming
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| Blessed retribution; |
| head-on, never stall
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| Running head-on to the wall
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| Unholy damn solution; |
| head-on, never fall
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| Running head-on to the wall
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| All the promises that you made
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| Made you right with what you did
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| All the freedom that you trade
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| On the block for the highest bid
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| I’m an up-here, higher-than-high sight
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| On a self-inflicted grin
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| With a backdoor, larger-than-life light
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| So you can see where you been
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| C’mon, now, baby—shine a light on me
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| Can you see me, just a little bit?
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| Cleanse you of the sorrow and your misery
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| Wash away the pain with a hit
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| Tell me what you’re waiting for
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| C’mon, little lazy; |
| take a walk with me
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| Will you reach out; |
| will you take my hand?
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| C’mon, little lazy, will you let it be?
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| Or will you walk on to the Promised Land?
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| Tell me what you’re waiting for
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| C’mon, now, baby—shine the light on me
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| Can you use me, just a little bit?
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| C’mon, little lazy, will you walk with me?
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| We’ll wash away the pain and the shit |