| How could I have lost my thirst?
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| For the well is running dry.
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| Should I drop my standards?
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| Sit back and watch the slaughter?
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| Keep your hands where I can see them.
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| You are the saint,
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| We are the sinners.
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| Keep your hands where I can see them.
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| You are the saint,
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| We are the sinners.
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| Take my water.
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| How could this make me feel alive?
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| Now it drains me dry,
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| Now it drains me dry.
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| Keep your hands where I can see them.
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| You are the saint,
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| We are the sinners.
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| Keep your hands where I can see them.
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| You are the saint,
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| We are the sinners.
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| Keep your hands where I can see them,
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| For the well is running dry.
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| Once my thriller is now my killer.
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| Take my water.
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| Keep my pulse racing.
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| Abandon the plan, run for your life.
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| I’ve lost my thirst for the well is running dry.
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| I’ve lost my thirst.
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| You are the saint,
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| We are the sinners.
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| Tonight Matthew I am the Batman. |