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God save me |
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I'm standing on the wrong side |
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But if this means I'll burn in hell |
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I'd rather fight and die |
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The purest disgust |
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Everything you touch turns to waste |
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Beneath this sense of purpose |
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The truth is oblivious |
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So fight me |
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I'm standing right in front of you |
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But you're too ****ing scared |
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Live your life as a target of distrust |
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Just another target of distrust |
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Now pass the blame |
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Point your finger at the world |
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For your misfortunes |
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Take a look in the mirror at yourself |
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Instead of running from your problems |
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Take the beating heart from your chest |
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Erase your identity of sorrow |
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God save me |
|
I'm standing on the wrong side |
|
But if this means I'll burn in hell |
|
I'd rather fight and die |
|
The purest disgust |
|
Everything you touch turns to waste |
|
Beneath this sense of purpose |
|
This truth is oblivious |
|
So fight me |
|
I'm standing right in front of you |
|
But you're too ****ing scared |
|
Live your life as a target of distrust |
|
Just another target of distrust |
|
Now pass the blame |
|
Point your finger at the world |
|
For your misfortunes |
|
Take a look in the mirror at yourself |
|
Instead of running from your problems |
|
Take the beating heart from your chest |
|
Erase your identity of sorrow |
