| Dry, beaten and half-insane
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| I sit next to a wall planning my escape
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| Frightened by the possibilities of redemption
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| And I’ll sail the seven seas
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| Cut the prints off my fingertips
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| Maybe even change the colour of my skin
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| I don’t want to see you again
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| And I’m not going to be
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| The part of your plan
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| The tool in your hand
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| What’s giving me the will to live
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| Is looking for revenge
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| I’ll bite through my chains if I have to
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| And break away, break away
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| Break away, confuse my trail
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| On the way up to the temple
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| Every sinner is a saint
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| Keeping memory of someone
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| Who will tender by the grave
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| I crush like hurricane
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| With fire I’ve killed a lot today
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| That’s why it keeps me feeling alive
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| Feeling alive
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| And I run like a dog on a loose
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| Lost my bone in a special place
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| Chase my tail till the day I die
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| Till my dying day
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| I’ll cut my tongue
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| I’ll change my name
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| I’ll let the element take me away from it all
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| Run like a wolf
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| Slide like a snake
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| I’ll let the wild take me away
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| Which way should I go?
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| Whatever way to go
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| Whatever way to go
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| And I’m not going to be
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| The part of your plan
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| The tool in your hand
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| What’s giving me the will to live
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| Is looking for revenge
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| I’ll bite through my chains if I have to
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| And break away, break away
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| Break away, confuse my trail
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| On the way up to the temple
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| Every sinner is a saint
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| Keeping memory of someone
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| Who will tender by the grave
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| And I know it’s a long way to go
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| The fear is right there by my side
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| Striking whiplash down to my bone
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| Whatever way to go
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| Whatever way to go |