| She raises up her voice. |
| To the public she will speak.
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| She makes her way to stardom.
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| May the warning on your head be a chain unto your neck.
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| Don’t give in, x2
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| 'Come along with us' they say.
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| 'Lets lie in wait for someone.' |
| 'Lets waylay on their soul.'
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| 'Lets swallow them alive.'
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| To the bottomless pit they wait, they take, everything they can bleed dry and
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| they fill up their house with waste.
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| So don’t stay and make believe that they are home. |
| x2
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| Don’t go along, don’t beg for blood, don’t set your feet, don’t beg to bleed. |
| x2
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| These men lay and wait for their own blood to rise up. |
| Don’t set the trap for
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| everyone to see it.
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| These men waylay on themselves. |
| I never sang along to the beast.
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| They shake inside their blood.
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| As we pass the storm, don’t go: refrain. |
| For I never knew your name.
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| From a whisper she raises her voice to me. |
| Unsung. |