Watch where you point your fucking finger.
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It's a matter of time before you're all alone.
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And you're waiting for someone to save you.
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Now listen to these words I speak.
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I am not a god.
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I'm not telling you to change.
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All I want from you is to leave this place.
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(I just want this weight off your shoulders.
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Let your legs give in so it will crush you.
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Open your fucking ears and listen to these words I speak.)
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I am not a god, I'm not telling you to change.
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All I want from you is to leave this place.
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Just leave this place.
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This possibility of change has left us all alone.
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Now look your family in the eyes and say goodbye.
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The last bit of hope we had has been destroyed.
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Just close your eyes and never wake up again.
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You'll never wake up again.
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How dare you enter.
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Feel the pressure of our voices crushing your soul.
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We don't want you dead.
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We just want you to feel what it's like to be burned alive.
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I will point my finger now.
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And you will listen to these words I speak.
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I am not a god, I'm not telling you to change.
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All I want from you is to leave this place.
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Just leave this place.
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The possibility of change has left us all alone.
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Now look your family in the eyes and say goodbye.
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The last bit of hope we had has been destroyed.
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Just close your eyes and never wake up again.
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You'll never wake up again.
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Possibilities Of An Impossible Existence
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| Whitechapel |
