| It’s the early signs of disintegration
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| The back and forth from a new machine
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| It’s been blessed and burned into a formation
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| By a wish dipped in kerosene
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| So who’s going to light the fuse?
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| Who’s going to be the one to
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| Hold high the flame because I refuse
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| And I’ve just begun
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| So don’t hold me down, I’m almost done
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| A lesson lived through the loss of love
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| This is not a search for who’s at fault
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| It’s more of a plea for hope and understanding
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| It’s the side effects of adoration
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| The come and go and get out clean
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| I’ve been cursed and freed from dedication
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| By a wish dipped in kerosene
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| So who’s going to light the fuse?
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| Who’s going to be the one, because I refuse
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| And I’ve just begun
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| So don’t hold me down, I’m almost done
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| A lesson lived through the loss of love
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| This is not a search for who’s at fault
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| It’s more of a plea for hope and understanding |