| So when the saints go marching in
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| They won’t be singing for your sins
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| They just hope to hell you’ve learnt something
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| Living and breathing
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| Everybody dies with a debt
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| No silence, watching death is how we live
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| Take it or leave it
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| Don’t waste your breath
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| I clear my mind, deny real life, define «here»
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| Without borders, possessions or enemies
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| Everybody dies with a debt
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| We all die for a life that we fear we will only forget
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| Or confess to a God that we know we only hear in ourselves
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| Bottle it up, let your problems distill
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| Forget your dreams or fulfill them
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| Leave no trace, waste away
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| It’s time for change
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| So when the saints go marching in
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| They won’t be singing for your sins
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| They just hope to hell you’ve learnt something
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| Living and breathing
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| Four walls in this prison
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| But I can still see the river
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| Four walls in this prison
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| Lies to poison your decisions in life, take note
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| (Now you tell me why you’re living a lie)
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| Don’t ignore it, now you know
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| I saved my soul
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| I sold it to the open road
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| I found hope in the wreckage of progress
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| Trophies shattered and stained
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| («Do what you’re told»)
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| There’s a mold to be broken
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| A light burning over your name
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| (And I saved my soul)
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| But I never said I wasn’t the culprit
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| Never said I wasn’t deceived
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| (I saved my soul)
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| Just trying to rewrite the wrongs
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| That were written on me
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| (I saved my soul)
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| Everybody dies with a debt
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| We all die for a life that we fear we will only forget
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| (I saved my soul)
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| Or confess to a God that we know we only hear in ourselves
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| So when the saints go marching in
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| They won’t be singing for your sins
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| They just hope to hell you’ve learnt something
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| Living and breathing |