| My heart is a beating drum
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| An endless phrase that won’t let up
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| I can’t make it free, this I know
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| I always get back here
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| To the wellspring of my fears
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| This insatiable endless war around and around
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| I will always try and see
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| The truth at any cost
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| At the call of my madness
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| There’s a hope that I can’t hide
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| Waiting for me to let it out
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| In the den of the sickness
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| Reality comes to light
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| Dust yourself off
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| Love is coming down
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| On the outside there’s no peace
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| On the outside I look so pale
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| I can’t make it free, this I know
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| Please send a rope of hope
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| Please send a token of war
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| Take my blinders off if it’s over
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| I will always try and say
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| The truth at any cost
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| At the call of my madness
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| There’s a hope that I can’t hide
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| Waiting for me to let it out
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| In the den of the sickness
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| Reality comes to light
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| Dust yourself off
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| Love is coming down
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| This is the truth, this is my word
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| This is me calling to surrender
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| At the call of my madness
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| There’s a hope that I can’t hide
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| Waiting for me to let it out
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| In the den of the sickness
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| Reality comes to light
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| Dust yourself off
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| Love is coming down
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| Dust yourself off
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| Love is coming down
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| Dust yourself off
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| Love is coming down |