| Mercy like a gun when you’ve come undone
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| I’ve awoken in the hour that receives no one
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| The sound of a tribe will shake me out until sunrise
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| The heat of tomorrow released as the wind blows
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| A beating stare from all the tribe
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| No sleep tonight
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| The howl from below
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| The wolf and the soaring crow
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| Am I losing control?
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| Am I losing all of control?
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| All spirits entrance
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| I toss and turn in no romance
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| From six under the grass the prison breaks like glass
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| Stripped of all the air in my lungs now
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| Flee from the walls
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| So alone
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| Stampede in the room like a buffalo
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| Raise me up in my throes
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| The howl from below
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| The wolf and the soaring crow
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| Am I losing control?
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| Am I losing all of control?
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| All spirits entrance
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| I toss and turn in no romance
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| From six under the grass the prison breaks like glass
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| Upon the burial lie thieves of their past
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| Firewater
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| Tenacious
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| Upon the burial ground
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| Upon the burial ground
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| Between the living and the dead we move
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| Between the living and the dead we all move
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| Shift all placement, but they’re sifting you
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| Between the living and the dead we all move
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| The claim we stake
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| A land within our wake
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| A garden in the bones
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| A headdress down in the soil we own
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| We build it on the bullshit or build it upon the burial
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| A garden in the bones
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| A headdress down in the soil we own, yeah
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| Stripped of all the air in my lungs now
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| Feeling so alone
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| Stampede in the room like a buffalo
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| Feeling so low
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| Pull out all the ground from below
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| You’ve given quite a show
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| Stampede in the room like a buffalo
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| Raise me up in my throes
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| The howl from below
|
| The wolf and the soaring crow
|
| Am I losing control?
|
| Am I losing all of control?
|
| All spirits entrance
|
| I toss and turn in no romance
|
| From six under the grass the prison breaks like glass
|
| Upon the burial lie thieves of their past
|
| Firewater
|
| Tenacious
|
| Upon the burial ground
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| Upon the burial ground
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| Upon the burial ground
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| Between the living and the dead we move (We move)
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| Mercy like a gun |