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In this cold dark city |
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Nothing for sure |
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Ain't nothing for free |
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The situation's a pity |
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Everything failing |
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Just existing |
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Ventured into places |
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Where you should not tread |
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One day you'll wind up missing |
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And they'll find you dead |
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It's time you figured out |
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Sometimes you're not allowed |
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When it all comes down |
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Face your conviction |
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Make you presence felt |
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They cannot speak for themselves |
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You were lost and found |
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Now you preach your religion |
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A witness to the dead |
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On the lonely road to redemption |
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Through this whole situation |
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Running for cover into the night |
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Endless confrontation |
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Something's missing |
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Something ain't right |
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Always call to question |
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Motives meant to pressure |
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Always take the hard road |
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Nothing's worth taking |
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Without a fight |
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Your judgement is in doubt |
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This time you're going down |
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When it all comes down |
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Face your conviction |
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Make you presence felt |
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They cannot speak for themselves |
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You were lost and found |
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Now you preach your religion |
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A witness to the dead |
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On the lonely road to redemption |
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It's time you figured out |
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This time you're going down |
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When it all comes down |
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Face your conviction |
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Never turn around |
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They welcome resistance |
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You were lost and found |
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Now you preach your religion |
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A witness to the dead |
