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Here we stand before the call |
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Accused of fire |
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It's too cold and you're too old for me |
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It's time for me to expire |
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Serve to see of what could be |
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Burn the freak and set him free |
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Out of sight, out of sight, out of time |
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And you're way out of line |
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They cool the tongue to tame the flame |
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We burn the soul and it still remain |
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They freeze the tongue to stay the same |
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Control me |
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Cast the stone when in |
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RomeThick as a brick, the lamb's alone |
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Bend the knee but don't you pray for me' |
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Cause I fly for free |
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Finding fame without a name |
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Holy sound and no sustain |
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Out of sight, out of sight, out of time |
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And you're way out of line |
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They cool the tongue to tame the flame |
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We burn the soul and it still remain |
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They freeze the tongue to stay the same |
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Control me |
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Free to run, deaf and numb |
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Lock and load, unholy son |
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Within reach, bleach the leach |
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He's a smoking gun |
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Serve to see of what could be |
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Burn the freak and set him free |
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Out of sight, out of sight, out of time |
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And you're way out of line |
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They cool the tongue to tame the flame |
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We burn the soul and it still remain |
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They freeze the tongue to stay the same |
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Control me |
