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Down under the night sky I lay in wait |
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Praying to whoever will listen to me. |
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I'd fashioned my own cross, |
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Been crushed by its weight. |
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There's no stronger message |
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Than dirt in your face. |
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I've seen down the end of the road |
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I deal in a different story, oh |
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I will never let go again |
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I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones |
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I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones |
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I'll do this on my own, own, own, own, bones, bones, o-oh |
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They say the spirit's willing |
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But the flesh is always weak |
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I found everything I needed |
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Right beneath my skin, oh |
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I've seen down the end of the road |
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I deal in a different story, oh |
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I will never let go again |
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I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones |
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I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones |
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I'll do this on my own. |
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[Instrumental] |
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We're all architects of our own private hell. |
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No one can hurt us like we've hurt ourselves. |
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I've seen down the end of the road |
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I deal in a different story, oh |
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I will never let go again |
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I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones |
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I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones |
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I know I'm not alone (o-oh, bones, bones, o-oh, no) |
