| We wrote a song in the dark.
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| We drove a stake through her heart.
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| We ride the wind, we ride the waves.
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| We are aggression, we are pain.
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| We wrote a song in the dark.
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| We drove a stake through her heart.
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| He is the Lord, we are the listeners.
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| We will not die without a whisper.
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| I’ve seen what’s fake,
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| I’ve seen the distraction.
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| And like a wick there’s no end.
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| I’ve seen what’s fake,
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| I’ve seen the distraction.
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| No end to my burning.
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| No end to my burning.
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| No end to my burning.
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| Don’t let the devil speak.
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| Don’t let the demons take us.
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| Watch your back, look over your shoulder.
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| This war is meant to be fought.
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| I’ve lost my temper.
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| And yet there’s forgiveness,
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| There is purity.
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| Lay waste to golden crowns,
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| Find hope in clarity.
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| Let go.
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| We wrote a song in the dark.
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| We drove a stake through her heart.
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| We wrote a song in the dark.
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| We drove a stake through her heart.
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| Black heart, black song. |