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I am your fire and brimstone |
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Chasing, chasing your shadow |
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We're hypocritical thinkers in the worst way |
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With our busted up confessionals and liars and freak shows |
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We've been vindictive and so wicked, forgive me |
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We've come to shake things up |
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We're here to make things interesting |
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God forbid that we bring offense |
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When you read our sins in the album print |
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And honestly, this honesty has been killing me |
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I am your tired and burdened |
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Chasing, chasing your heaven |
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We're clinically defective at the worst times |
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With our twisted up convictions and destructive night walking |
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We're the drifters and the dreamers, forgive us |
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Mad dogs fury, raging on, with glory. |