| I’m marching through the branches in a fit of wanderlust
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| To see you in a black hole reaching out for something just
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| Silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust
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| I’m sure you recognize my noise and you heard about the Pit
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| Been told to be afraid of everything that lives within
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| But it’s much worse where you are
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| So will you go for it?
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| I have a feeling you might
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| Feeling you might
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| Somebody somewhere
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| Will clean out your wounds
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| With dirty fingers
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| We’ll bury the lie
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| Somebody somewhere
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| Will clean out your wounds
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| We’ll bury the lie
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| Bury the lie
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| Now we tumble down a hill to a fire with a crowd
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| The flicker becomes thicker as we bottom out
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| The residents don’t even notice the sudden shouts
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| When your eyes can adjust and you see what’s in view
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| Discolored and distempered smiles that seen you
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| Do you realize we were all once like you?
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| I have a feeling you might
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| Feeling you might
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| Somebody somewhere
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| Will clean out your wounds
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| With dirty fingers
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| We’ll bury the lie
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| Somebody somewhere
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| Will clean out your wounds
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| We’ll bury the lie
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| Bury the lie
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| No, no
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| No one comes
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| No one goes
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| No, no
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| No one comes
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| No one goes
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| Recognize my noise and you heard about the Pit
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| Been told to be afraid of everything that comes within
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| We can talk about it later
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| But I think you’ve given in
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| We can talk about it later
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| But I think you’ve given in
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| I had a feeling you might
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| Bury the lie
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| Oh, oh |