I still believe in God,
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but God no longer believes in me.
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There's a crystal view from my window
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And I can see years to come
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I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure
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I live for the sword, the steel, and the gun
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I can tear down the walls, storm the barricades
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Run to the place where the frightened crawl
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Desire lurks beyond good and evil
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So I dance on the graves where the hallowed fall
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Over this land
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All over this wasteland
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Over this land
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All over this wasteland
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You can touch, but please keep your distance
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You're innocent and pure and with no shame
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The spirit is willing, and the flesh is craved
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You tease and you taunt with the pleasure of pain
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Over this land
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All over this wasteland
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Over this land
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All over this wasteland
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Heaven and Hell, I know them well
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But I haven't yet made my choice
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I'm feeling scared 'cause I'm shouting loud
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And no one can hear my voice
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I'm walking the tightwire, can't look down
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Strung out high, above you all
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Fateful wind blows through this land
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Howls my name, heralds my fall
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Over this land
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All over this wasteland
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Over this land
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All over this wasteland
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Wasteland
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| Mission U.K. |
