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Oh... |
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State of love and trust as I busted down the pretext |
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Sin still plays and preaches, but to have an empty court, uh huh |
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And the signs are passin', grip the wheel, can't read it |
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Sacrifice receiving the smell that's on my hands...hands...yeah |
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And I listen for the voice inside my head |
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Nothin', I'll do this one myself |
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Lay her down as priest does, should the Lord be a countin' |
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Will be in my honour, make it pain, painfully quick, uh huh |
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Promises are whispered in the age of darkness |
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Want to be enlightened like I want to be told the end, end, yeah... |
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And the barrel shakes, aimed, a-directly at my head |
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Oh, help me, help me from myself |
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And I listen, from both sides of the bed |
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Nothin', I'll do this one myself |
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Uh huh, huh, oh... |
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Myself...myself... |
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Yeah, yeah... |
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Hey, na, na, na, na, hey, that's something |
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Hey, na, na, na, na, hey, that's something |
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Hey, na, na, na, na, hey, that's something |
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Wanna back, back it away, yeah, huh, uh |
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And I listen, oh, for the voice inside my head. |
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Nothin', I'll do this one myself |
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Oh, ah, and the barrel waits, trigger shakes, aimed right at my head |
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Won't you help me, help me from myself |
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Hmm...State of love and trust, and a... |
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State of love and trust, and a... |
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State of love and trust, and a... |
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State of love and...yeah... |
