| Are you waiting for punishment
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| Or are you waiting for love
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| They tend to blur in the middle bit
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| No need to put your hands up and surrender just yet
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| Let’s go searching for god again
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| Let’s go and offer him out
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| Let’s get ourselves to another place
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| At least we’ll see the dirt under different skies and time
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| We’ve reached the end of our golden days at last
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| There’s nothing wrong with a fire to cleanse the past
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| Get what you need and let’s blow this god damn town
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| Don’t leave a trace or a single sight or sound
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| This shit can get underneath your skin
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| This shit can eat you alive
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| I know your patience is wearing thin
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| But maybe you should snap and just let it fall away
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| We’ve reached the end of our golden days at last
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| There’s nothing wrong with a fire to cleanse the past
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| Get what you need and let’s blow this god damn town
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| Don’t leave a trace or a single sight or sound
|
| We’ve reached the end of our golden days at last
|
| There’s nothing wrong with a fire to cleanse the past
|
| Get what you need and let’s blow this god damn town
|
| Don’t leave a trace or a single sight or sound
|
| We’ve reached the end of our golden days at last
|
| There’s nothing wrong with a fire to cleanse the past
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| Get what you need and let’s blow this god damn town
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| Don’t leave a trace or a single sight or sound |