| If the Syndicate’s illiterate
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| Let me spell it out
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| I’m over bleeding
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| Over needing the benefit to doubt
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| Come on
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| When all the lights are shot I hear your heart
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| Been stayin' lit
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| Our skin still fears the dark
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| And if there’s anything I know
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| It’s you’re warm and I’m cold
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| Balance me, micromanage me, yeah
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| Whatever gets me gone
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| Something to lean on
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| A tragedy, I’m sure
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| (Whatever turns you on)
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| Knock your heels together
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| Say a prayer for me 'til I’m gone
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| You’re just afraid of everything I love that you might love
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| Do what you want
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| Do what you want
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| (Whatever turns you on)
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| I need to calm it down
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| I’m on the ground and digging it deep
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| 's all good out here
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| But you should turn your fear back toward your city
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| The sea is dark and cold
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| Don’t you still dive right in?
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| You love the gold, are you really afraid of sin?
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| Knock your heels together
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| Say a prayer for me 'til I’m gone
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| You’re just afraid of everything I love that you might love
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| Do what you want
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| Do what you want
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| (Whatever turns you on)
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| I know that you want to kill me
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| I’m wretched and filthy, right?
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| I see that you need to bind me
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| You can’t even find me
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| The fire’s inside of me and you know I’m
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| The motherfuckin' difference between
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| You and I is I’m not scared
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| Of the heat, tell Satan, «Flood the kerosene»
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| The blood’s been cold since you buried me
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| Act as I need and let the heathens come and carry me
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| God can’t see in Underground
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| What makes you think you’re down?
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| Come take a look around
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| He ain’t been here in a while
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| God can’t see in Underground
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| What makes you think you’re down?
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| Come take a look around
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| He ain’t been here in a while
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| Knock your heels together
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| Say a prayer for me 'til I’m gone
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| You’re just afraid of everything I love that you might love
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| Do what you want
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| Do what you want
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| (Whatever turns you on) |