There's a sweet reluctant symphony in your head
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A cold start is better served it makes you shut your mouth
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(IĄ¯ve been lifted)
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If moderation was the cause then you'd say it's the reason
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But I'd say it's the reason I remember you at all
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And I won't stay on the ground it keeps my options open
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I look for signs you've weakened
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I see the signs you're beaten something I would not know of
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She screams I can't waste tomorrow
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I've already come out alive
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I've done everything you wanted
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Pushed everything aside
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She screams out loud
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Do you want to fight
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Who'll raise their fists tonight
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Who'll praise their fallen savior with heads held high
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Now when a simple blessing becomes a sacrifice
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You can sell our souls to devils to wet their appetites
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She screams I can't waste tomorrow
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I've already come out alive
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I've done everything you wanted
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Pushed everything aside
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She screams out loud
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There's a hell of a lot more than you think I know
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I know a hell of a lot more than you think I know
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And when the ground doesnĄ¯t give away
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Just use your rights to bury me
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Because you always say that there's always
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A sweet reluctant symphony
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It lets you shut your mouth and still defy me
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She screams I can't waste tomorrow
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I've already come out alive
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I've done everything you wanted
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Pushed everything aside
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She screams out loud
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There's a hell of a lot more than you think I know
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I know a hell of a lot more than you think I know
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There's no way to remember this, I've been lifted
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Lifted
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