| I can’t stop listening to this voice in my head
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| Got me tearing through the covers on this rusty spring bed
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| Bust through the doors
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| Flames kissing my back
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| That’s all I remember and then everything’s black
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| You know, it sounds so familiar
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| Some place hot in my soul
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| Hello transmission: now you’re in control
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| I look up
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| I look down
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| Everybody’s bathing in Holy Water
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| Ain’t enough going around
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| Raise their cups
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| Wear their crowns
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| You’re sitting on a gold-stained altar
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| Feel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh
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| I woke in a fever taste the blood in my mouth
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| My eyes bruised shiny purple and I’m riddled with doubt
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| It feels so peculiar, boiling hot in my soul
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| Farewell transmission: not meant for this world
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| I look up
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| I look down
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| Everybody’s bathing in Holy Water
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| Ain’t enough going around
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| Raise their cups
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| Wear their crowns
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| You’re sitting on a gold-stained altar
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| Feel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh
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| Tonight, drifted off to sleep
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| Tonight must be having a bad dream when…
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| I look up
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| I look down
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| Everybody’s bathing in Holy Water
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| Ain’t enough going around
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| Raise their cups
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| Wear their crowns
|
| You’re sitting on a gold-stained altar
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| Feel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh |