| When all your demons die
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| Even if just one survives
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| I will still be here to hold you
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| No matter how cold you are
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| No matter how cold you are
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| I see the terror in your teardrop
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| Take your belief
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| Make it snow, let go
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| And wait together until we thaw
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| I don’t want to be another bullet hole
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| In the exit sign of your road
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| I don’t want to be another bullet hole
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| In the exit sign of your road
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| Just smile like a rifle, hot metal in the setting sun
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| Just smile like a rifle, hot metal in the setting sun
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| I was invited to eat the young
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| I was invited to eat the young
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| A stunning possession of symbolic firearms
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| In the bottomless celebrity scar
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| A stunning possession of symbolic firearms
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| In the bottomless celebrity scar
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| I don’t want to be another bullet hole
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| In the exit sign of your road
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| I don’t want to be another bullet hole
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| In the exit sign of your road
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| So, just smile like a rifle, hot metal in the setting sun
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| Just smile like a rifle, hot metal in the setting sun
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| And I was invited to eat the young
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| I was invited to eat the young
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| Si siht ailanrutas
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| By the roadside, all the bones picked clean
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| No gas in our machine
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| I will still be here to hold you
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| No matter how cold you are
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| No matter how cold we are
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| Can’t stop now, no flowers to smell
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| The Earth ate up the Son, can’t even load my gun
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| It seems like Saturnalia
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| Sat-sat-sat-sat-Saturnalia
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| Sat-sat-sat-sat-Saturnalia
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| There’s no exit plan here
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| No emergency room in this tomb
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| And this door only opens one way
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| There’s no exit plan here
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| No emergency room in this tomb
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| And this door only opens one way
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| Sat-sat-sat-sat-Saturnalia
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| Sat-sat-sat-sat-Saturnalia
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| Sat-sat-sat-sat-Saturnalia
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| Blinded by blackness, we’re just empty shells
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| In the deafening void of our last sunset
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| Blinded by blackness, just empty shells
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| In the deafening void of our last sunset |