| They play divine as immortal sons
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| Pulling triggers and then they switch and run
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| As long as you have nothing to add
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| They run the show
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| How can you get a single shot with a life like that?
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| Now will you ever conclude as it turns to a lack?
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| Deceive it, believe it
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| Do you feel it flow?
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| As a weapon of your vanity
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| They crave for a soul-aching desire
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| Won’t you play with me?
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| As time’s standing still they’ve praised a liar
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| So now let me get a single minute of your precious time
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| So how do you feel now as the vanity is easy to find?
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| Deceive it, believe it
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| Do you feel it grow?
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| They crave for a soul-aching desire
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| Won’t you play with me?
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| As time’s standing still they’ve praised a liar
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| I swear, you’re nothing like me
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| And it will never set you free
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| You won’t be able to be down there alone
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| They’ll fill you up till you’re ripped and torn
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| Your life is out there for disposal
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| Knocked out before you’re ready to leave
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| Cause I swear you’re nothing like me
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| As I reckon your insanity
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| They crave for a soul-aching desire
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| Won’t you play with me?
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| As time’s standing still they’ve praised a liar
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| They crave for a soul-aching desire
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| Won’t you play with me?
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| As time’s standing still they’ve praised a liar |