| Yeah
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| This is vocal detection
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| Front lining our open intellection
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| Outlining opening profession
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| This is a vocal confession
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| Right now your cause is at war
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| Screaming you want it and more
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| Sit down ambassador reference
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| Right now your voice is a weapon
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| Wake up to stars in the sky
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| Watch light revolve with your mind
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| Watch all the storms in the rise
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| And put all your palms in the sky
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| No more falling to pressure
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| No more failing acceptance
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| Throw all your hells towards the heavens
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| Cause your voice is a weapon
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| And your voice is a weapon
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| And we’ll do with it what we can
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| And your voice is a weapon
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| And we’ll do with it what we can
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| I’ll fall into your arms again
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| I’ll fall into your arms again
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| I’ll fall into your arms again
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| I’ll fall into your arms
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| We dance with the devils
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| And make your halos the color of sinner’s portraits
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| And smothering it means everything’s lovely again
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| Nothing’s quite as it seems
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| Society’s altered you see
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| Kill all your fear in your sleep
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| Cause everything’s formed in a dream
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| Breathe in insanity’s grip
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| Words from insanity’s lips
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| Falling from sanity’s cliff
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| Watching your vanity slip
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| No more falling to pressure
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| No more failing acceptance
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| Throw all your hells towards the heavens
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| Cause your voice is a weapon
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| And your voice is a weapon
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| And we’ll do with it what we can
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| And your voice is a weapon
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| And we’ll do with it what we can
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| I’ll fall into your arms again
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| I’ll fall into your arms again
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| I’ll fall into your arms again
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| I’ll fall into your arms
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| Pressure that deepen the cut
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| Run for the evil erupt
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| Volcanic feverish lust
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| That shit that even it out
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| Pressure is feeding the dust
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| Breakfast is keeping the cut
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| Vengeance is me speaking up
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| This is me speaking up
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| And your voice is a weapon
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| This is vocal confession
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| And it’s shooting you down, down, down
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| And your voice is a weapon
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| This is vocal confession
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| And we’re shooting you down, down, down
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| And your voice is a weapon
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| And we’ll do with it what we can
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| And your voice is a weapon
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| And we’ll do with it what we can
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| I’ll fall into your arms again
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| I’ll fall into your arms again
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| I’ll fall into your arms again
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| I’ll fall into your arms
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| Choose your words and etch them on your soul
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| Make them heard when crowds drown out your call
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| Leave behind your questions, silent thoughts, and mentions
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| A wake has to be left so never falter down
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| Your voice is a weapon
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| So do with it what you can
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| Your voice is a weapon
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| So do with it what you can
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| Leave behind your questions, silent thoughts, and mentions
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| Your voice is a weapon
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| So do with it what you can |