| I’m so sick of singing about hate
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| It’s never going to make me change
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| It breaks me down bit by bit
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| Keeps me steadily feeling sick
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| So carve your name into the stone
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| When we’re gone we can still call it home
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| I’m comfortable about being cold and alone
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| If I ever die
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| Just bury my bones in here
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| Yeeeaaahhh
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| Yeeeaaahhh
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| I’m so sick of singing about hate
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| It’s time that I made a change
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| These days I can barely even catch my breath
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| Everyday I’m closer to death
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| So carve your name into the stone
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| When we’re gone we can still call it home
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| I’m comfortable about being cold and alone
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| If I ever die
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| Just bury my bones in here
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| Yeeeaaahhh
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| Yeeeaaahhh
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| So throw and shovel me into the ground
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| I’ll dig myself a grave while they gather around
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| A lead? |
| around my neck and just let me go
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| I’ll dive right in
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| 'Cause this is all I know
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| So carve your name into the stone
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| When we’re gone we can still call it home
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| I’m comfortable about being cold and alone
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| If I ever die
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| Just bury my bones in here
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| Yeeeaaahhh
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| Yeeeaaahhh |