Blot out the sun the miserable sun
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I'll blacken the sky and you will see no light
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Useless, it is all useless
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There will be nothing
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There is no one to help you out
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But I hear the voice of the watchman:
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Useless, it is all useless
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There will be nothing
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There is no one to help you out
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Blot out the sun the miserable sun
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I'll blacken the sky and you will see no light
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You've taught us to feel worthless
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But it's in the back of your mind
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That we are strong enough
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To make it back, to make it back in time
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There is no way out
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And you have nothing without me
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[Micah Kinard (Oh, Sleeper):]
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After all these years of my pleasing and reaching
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How easily you can be so swayed
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Oh, by that arrogant tongue that pours slow with precision
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All those honey-soaked geared to sink you and keep you
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Locked tight in such desperate but anxious grips
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Because he fears what burns beneath your skin
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And he will fear what I've written
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You've taught us to feel worthless
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But it's in the back of your mind
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That we are strong enough
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To make it back, to make it back in time
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To make it back, to make it back in time
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When you're breathing in, in the place where most deny
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You are strong enough
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(We can make it back in time)
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To make it back in time
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When you're breathing in
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(We can make it back in time)
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In the place where most deny
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You are strong enough
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(we can make it back in time)
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To make it back in time
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The Place Where Most Deny
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| Haste The Day |
