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Don't let it be said |
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Lightning never strikes twice |
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Storm clouds return now |
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Lights flash as they entice |
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I turn you in |
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Running from the cold |
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You look for answers |
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I know I'll never hold |
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Is this what you wanted? |
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Is this what you deserve? |
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Is this what we wanted? |
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Is this what we deserve? |
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Put on the rack |
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And under the gun |
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Waiting here in stillness |
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Put on the rack |
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And under the gun |
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Cast off the rising sun |
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In the spotlight |
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And under the gun |
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I wander endlessly |
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In the spotlight |
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And under the gun |
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Wait for the dawn to come |
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I refuse to believe that |
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Thunder always comes late |
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Hard winds speed on now |
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Circling around like fate |
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Those I deceive |
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Fleeing in this cold |
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They ask the questions |
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No answers will I hold |
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Is this what we wanted? |
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Is this what we deserve? |
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Is this what you wanted? |
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Is this what we deserve? |
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Never one to believe |
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In destiny's advice |
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Storm clouds descend now |
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They flash and pay the price |
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I switch you on |
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Running from the cold |
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They look for answers |
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I know I'll never hold |
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Stretched on the rack |
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And under the gun |
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Betray the future |
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Stretched on the rack |
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And under the gun |
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Wait for the dawn to come |
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In the spotlight |
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And under the gun |
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Watching fireflies |
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In the spotlight |
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And under the gun |
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Spark in the dying sun |
