| Woke up screaming on the wrong side of the head
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| Dreaming of demons who’d be better off… better off dead
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| Now I know I’m accountable for the things I’ve said before
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| But I just can’t shut up and get out the door
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| So let’s sing volumes for the souls that aren’t for sale
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| Indeed, lately there’s been hellhounds on my trail
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| Woke up screaming on the wrong side of the zen
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| So get up and say the word
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| Say the word and I’ll be gone
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| Say the word and I’ll be gone
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| Say the word and I’ll be gone for ever and ever
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| (Get up, get out)
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| Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall
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| Now the enemy plays for the whole fucking world
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| Sooner or later, the nights with the satyr
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| Will bring back the memory, leaving you money and time
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| Sweet locomotive with you as the motive
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| The beauty, the agony, mixes the honey with grime
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| Sly imitator, the cat’s in the cradle
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| The dogs in the stable will always remain on your mind
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| Sooner or later, it comes to the table
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| Reminding them all that the memory always was mine
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| Wake up running in the only way that I can
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| This type of dependency turns a boy into a man
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| Now I know I’m accountable, now I know I’m responsible
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| No peace for you, little man
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| Say the word and I’ll be gone
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| Say the word and I’ll be gone
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| Say the word and I’ll be gone for ever and ever
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| (Get up, get out)
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| Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall
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| (Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall)
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| Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall
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| Now the enemy plays for the whole fucking world |