| If you trust that soul
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| You will reach the top
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| And then you will drop
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| Blind faith keeps you hanging
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| Hanging in the air
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| And you will see
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| You never really touch reality
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| Never really touch reality
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| Feed the dog that bites your hand
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| Kick their face, pat their head
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| And when their back is turned
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| Stick it in, revenge is the future
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| To the ones who’ve done the wrong
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| You’d better keep your eyes peeled
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| Hate never heals
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| I’ll be around — hammer and nail
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| Kiss my hell, spill your fill
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| It turns to love, turn to love
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| Every drop is one less beat
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| Take me please, please take me
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| Under your wing, under your feet
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| Chained to a black heart
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| What’s it like to die?
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| What’s it like?
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| A million deaths, a million breaths
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| To kill a million dreams
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| Tears flow like streams in ecstasy
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| To worship God, to worship the Devil
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| To fuck Jesus, suck Satan cold
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| To grow older than old
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| To be born wicked and bold
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| Wicked and bold
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| You never touch reality
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| Never touch reality
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| And then you drop
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| — Eva O |