And there's villians in their closets
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and theives beneath their beds
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And business men in mirrors
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with guns against their heads
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Stepstools beneath their ankles
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nooses tied around their throats
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Sharpening their switchblades
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and citing in their skulls
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singing no one sleeps tonight
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till everything is burned
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and everyone is sacrificed
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No one sleeps tonight
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till everything is burned
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and everyone is
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Maxing out their credit cards on ammunition
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They're polishing their rifles
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and they're polishing their guns
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cause the church is drenched in fire
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town hall's under attack
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They put the hostages, the mayor, and councilmen
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they got knives against their backs
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No one sleeps tonight
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till everything is burned
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and everyone is sacrificed
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No one sleeps tonight
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till everything is burned
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and everyone is sacrificed
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And to saves our souls
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or what's left of them
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Desperate hearts
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and so they sing
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and they sing it loud
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and they sing it clearly
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for their faith
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Whats left of the dreams we have?
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Whats left of the hope we have?
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Nothing, nothing at all
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Shamans Witches Magic
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Hidden In Plain View |