Hole up kid there's a storm comin' down
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Work those fingers to the bone
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You got grit that's a fact
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You build 'em up just to knock 'em all down
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Dig a hole that goes down deep in the ground
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And when the time comes calling
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And as the earth all shudders
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At the pounding of the feet of the four horsemen
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You aren't safe under the earth
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Hiding your actions covered in dirt
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Like a snake shedding its skin
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If you fee up you can start all over again
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And the whirlwind lifts you up to the ceiling
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The balconies pass but you don't even see them
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As they go by and it whops your bodies higher and higher
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When your lips lock you both catch on fire
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The crowd covers their eyes
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You've forgotten everything but yourselves
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You don't really even matter to each other
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It's the rush that you get when you know you've done wrong
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As you bake your bodies separate but you never notice
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That the other burning
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You just pity yourself
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You aren't safe under the earth
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Hiding your actions covered in dirt
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Like a snake shedding its skin
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If you fee up you can start all over again
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And the whirlwind lifts you up to the ceiling
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The balconies pass but you don't even see them
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As they go by and it whops your bodies higher and higher
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When your lips lock you both catch on fire
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The crowd covers their eyes
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One More Notch
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| Murder By Death |
