running for the hills
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and i'm running for my room
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i'm running for cover
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yeah i have been terrorized.
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so please hold my head
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while i lie here and bleed my life away
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i have been sold out again
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and i'm running out of time
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and i'm running out of chances
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and i'm running to wherever you are
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i need you back.
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i've been stabbed by my brother
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won't stop to pull the knife out of my back
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his eyes painted black
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cold and empty just like his heart.
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and he won't take my hand
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no he won't even look me in the eye.
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we have been sold out again.
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and i'm running out of lines
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and i'm running out of patience
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and i'm running to wherever you are
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'cause i need you now
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i need you now.
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pull out my insides
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hold them up for everyone to see.
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i'm praying the gospel
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to a room full of atheists.
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These faceless friends, they¡¯ve got no love
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They¡¯ve got no heart.
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They don¡¯t believe in a single god damned thing.
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May the righteous stumble and fall.
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I¡¯m running out of time.
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Running out of believers
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And I¡¯m running to wherever you are
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¡®cause I need you now.
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Need you now.
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A Room Full Of Atheists
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