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For the toll of the road, |
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It's something fabricated, one writer. |
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Whether right, or whether wrong, |
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We are both who we don't want to see |
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And the same. |
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I will come out of the water |
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And you will magically part it, |
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Walk right through it. |
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If I'm a deceiver, then may lightning strike me down. |
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Reach for the sky, there's nothing left here for you, |
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But atmosphere. |
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Is our will worth anything? |
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Would I have been saved, if it wasn't by you? |
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Here you've found no love, |
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Hoping you'll find love now. |
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My ammo of choice walks on its own two legs. |
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But, yours just simply preachers and men. |
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And I believe that you've all been naturally selected, |
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To be irrational and perpetual to still believe. |
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This is survival of the fittest. |
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Where is your savior now? |
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This is divine intervention. |
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Weren't you the savvy? |
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If I'm a deceiver, then may lightning strike me down. |
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Reach for the sky, there's nothing left here for you, |
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But atmosphere. |
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If I'm a deceiver, then may lightning strike me down. |
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Reach for the sky, there's nothing left here for you, |
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But atmosphere. |
