For this life
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I think she knows
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There's nothing left to show
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Lose your faith
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In a world
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And the seeds can't be resown
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Curtains drawn
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She looks behind
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No magic left to find
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The truth you're not supposed to know
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Her eyes saw long ago
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Walk the wire
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We walk the wire
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With all I am
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I stand alone
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In fields that I have grown
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But if there's nothing left to hold
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Let the angels take a soul
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I'm sick of it all
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I don't care
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I'm blissfully aware
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Old too fast and smart too slow
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From dust to dust we go
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Walk the wire
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We walk the wire
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With all I am
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I stand alone
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In fields that I have grown
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But if there's nothing left to hold
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Let the angels take a soul
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Sick I am
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Of fighting alone
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The blood I taste, my own
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So if there's nothing left to hold
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Let the angels take a soul
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The angels take a soul
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With all I am
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I stand alone
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In fields that I have grown
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But if there's nothing left to hold
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Let the angels take a soul
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Sick I am
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Of fighting alone
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The blood I taste, my own
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So if there's nothing left to hold
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Let the angels take a soul
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The angels take a soul
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Angels Take A Soul
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Fuel |