| When you know that it’s wrong, yet you still move it along
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| And you find, all in all, for yourself it’s better off
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| There’s something you create that won’t ever wash away
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| Well, you knew it was wrong; |
| it is wrong
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| So you buy and you sell the means of keeping you from hell
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| But the ghost on your trail can’t seem to neglect a step
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| There’s a noose in his hand with a shape to fit your neck
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| Keep on running from hell; |
| this is hell
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| Ain’t it something when everything falls apart?
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| The ground you build upon determines if you’ll fall
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| It’s slow motion as I watch it from the hall all come undone
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| It’s the past that leaves you on the floor
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| Leaves you on the floor
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| Forgiveness, it comes with a humiliating clause
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| It’s the last thing you want, and the first to move forth
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| Now your demons are sewn to your shoulder, clearly shown
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| It is your futile refrain from vulnerable
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| Ain’t it something when everything falls apart?
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| The ground you build upon determines if you’ll fall
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| It’s slow motion as I watch it from the hall all come undone
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| It’s the past that leaves you on the floor
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| Leaves you on the floor
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| As you fall, you faintly hear a familiar song
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| Hum along, «hallelujah.»
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| Now he’s gone, as is the time you now have lost
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| We die alone, hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Ain’t it something when everything falls apart?
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| The ground you build upon determines if you’ll fall
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| It’s slow motion as I watch it from the hall all come undone
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| It’s the past that leaves you on the floor
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| Leaves you on the floor |