| I get so determined.
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| To follow all those sermons.
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| That I’ve been preached to my whole life.
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| But when I waver from my stray byes.
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| And the canvas begins to unwind.
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| When I wake up the devil inside.
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| And forget what’s wrong and what’s right.
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| I feel alive, I feel alive.
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| I feel alive, I feel alive.
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| Oh, I feel alive.
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| Oh, I feel alive.
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| I get so determined.
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| To teach you all those sermons.
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| That I’ve been preaching my whole life.
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| And you get so defensive.
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| And try to show me what’s behind.
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| The fences of my backyard.
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| But when I waver from my stray byes.
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| And the canvas begins to unwind.
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| When I wake up the devil inside.
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| And forget what’s wrong and what’s right.
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| I feel alive.
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| I get stuck in yesterday.
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| Watching many things just slip away.
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| When I look inside of my black heart.
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| All I see is a beautiful mistake.
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| And when the sun lights up another day.
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| I can’t have all the pain.
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| All I know is I’m living here tonight
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| And I feel alive, I feel alive.
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| I feel alive, I feel alive.
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| Oh, I feel alive.
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| Oh, I feel alive.
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| Oooo… |