[K. Vanderhoof / K. Arrington / R. Munroe]
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You're caught in a vice by your own device, torment and pressure, a way of life
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You felt the stardom and tasted the fruit, you claw your way back
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It's all that you can do
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Falling from grace, so many have done, get to the top and bask in the sun
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Make some mistakes, it's part of the game, when you play it everything's to gain
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The weight of the world upon your shoulders, it's the weight of the world
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The struggle within archaic desire, claim your right and devour
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All that surrounds you, all you can take, don't let your last
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Be your last mistake
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The pressure is building, the vice becomes tighter, under the gun and into the fire
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Burning and burning, no escape to be found
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The weight of the world is keeping you down
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The weight of the world upon your shoulders
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The pressure is building, an unwilling soldier
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The weight of the world is keeping you down
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Oh, your world is crashing down to the ground
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Weight Of The World
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Metal Church |