| A bed of nails, cold dark deep refrigeration
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| I hear it calling me
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| A broken rail as he drools over the congregation
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| I hear it calling me
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| Now I won’t tell you how to live your life
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| I never saw the point in thinking twice
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| I turn the wheel by day, by night
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| Raise your flag
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| Here’s to the liberation
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| Day by day I move in time
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| Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes
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| The miller’s horse is wearing down
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| He bangs his heart on Hollow ground
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| The Miller hears a single sound
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| The sound of the grinding wheel goes round and round
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| The ship has sailed to dark sea destinations
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| I feel it holding me
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| The gods are hailed for their absentee observations
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| I feel it holding me
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| Now I can’t tell you where integrity hides
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| It showed it’s face, you struck it down and it died
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| I turn my wheel with a seamless pride
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| Raise your flag
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| Here’s to the revolution
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| Day by day I move in time
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| Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes
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| The pain is all you ever feel
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| A concrete will, and a back of steel
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| I give my soul unto the wheel
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| Day by day I move in time
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| Turn the wheel, pay for my crimes
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| The miller’s horse is wearing down
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| He bangs his heart on Hollow ground
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| The Miller hears a single sound
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| The sound of the grinding wheel
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| The miller’s horse is wearing down
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| He bangs his heart on Hollow ground
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| The Miller hears a single sound
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| The sound of the grinding wheel goes round and round
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| Eye off of the needle, in the heart of the sun
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| Stuck in the middle, Whit the blazing one
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| This weathered hand, has a grip of steel
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| These eyes have seen it all, on the grinding wheel
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| Say you prayers, say what you feel
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| Count your blessings, make a deal
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| What you borrow, what you steal
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| Crush it all, on the grinding wheel |