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My Violent Heart |
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You and I, we may look the same |
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But we are very far apart |
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There's bullet-holes where my compassion used to be |
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And there is violence in my heart |
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Into fire you can send us |
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From the fire we return |
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You can label us a consequence |
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Of how much you have to learn |
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You can try but you'll never understand |
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This is something you will never understand |
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Can you hear it now? |
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Hear it coming now? |
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Can you hear it now? |
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On hands and knees |
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We crawl |
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You cannot stop us all |
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Our bones, our skin |
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We will not let you in |
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You have set something in motion |
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Much greater than you've ever known |
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Standing there in all your grand naivety |
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About to reap what you have sown |
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Time will feed upon your weaknesses |
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And soon you'll lose the will to care |
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When you return to the place that you call home |
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We will be there, we will be there |
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On hands and knees |
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We crawl |
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You cannot stop us all |
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Our blood will stay |
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We will not go away |
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On hands and knees |
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We crawl |
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You can not stop us all |
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Our blood our ways |
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Will never leave this place |
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We crawl |
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We crawl |
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We crawl |
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We crawl |
