| Blame it on infernal lust
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| I sold my soul, I sold my soul
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| I’m staring at the sun
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| Just hold me close, just hold me close
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| Let me go
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| Look at this tangle of thorns
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| From the dirt, I am reborn
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| Can’t you see the forest for the trees?
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| Can’t you see there’s nothing left of me?
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| (Left to see)
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| Push me away and then pull me under again
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| Don’t waste your breath
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| Push me away and then pull me under
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| Again and again and it never ends
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| If I’m no better than this, just a disposable fix, then ignorance is bliss
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| You’re just a vulture with your wings clipped
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| I died for what I believe, pick at me piece by piece
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| So over losing sleep
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| So sick of the sound of my own heartbeat
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| Push me away and then pull me under again
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| Don’t waste your breath
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| Push me away and then pull me under
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| Again and again and it never ends
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| Push me away then pull me under again
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| It never ends
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| If I’m no better than this, just a disposable fix, then ignorance is bliss
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| You’re just a vulture with your wings clipped
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| I died for what I believe, pick at me piece by piece |