Somewhere in the end of all this hate
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There's a light ahead that shines into this grave
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That's in the end of all this pain
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In the night ahead, there's a light upon this house on a hill
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Living, living still, their intention is to kill and they will, they will
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But the children are doing fine, I think about them all the time
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Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will
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Somewhere in the end we're all insane
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To think that light ahead will save us from this grave
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That's in the end of all this pain
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In the night ahead, there's a light upon this house on a hill
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Living, living still, their intention is to kill and they will, they will
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But the children are doing fine, I think about them all the time
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Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will
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I am not afraid, I won't burn out in this place
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My intention is to fade and I will, I will
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In this house on a hill
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The dead are living still, their intention is to kill and they will, they will
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Keep your children safe inside, out of pocket, out of mind
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Until they drink the wine and they will, they will, they will |