| Who do you carry the torch for, my young man?
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| Do you believe in anything?
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| Do you carry it around just to burn things down?
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| Meet me tonight on the turnpike, my darling
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| 'Cause we believe in everything
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| If we sweat all these debts then we’re sure to drown
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| So we strap ourselves up to this engine now
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| With a God who we found laying under the backseat
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| What did you learn tonight?
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| You’re shouting so loud, you barely joyous, broken thing
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| You’re a voice that never sings, is what I say
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| You are freezing over hell
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| You are bringing on the end, you do so well
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| You can only blame yourself, it’s what I say
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| Oh!
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| Order your daughters to ignore me, think that will sort me
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| And sweep me under the rug
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| You’re beating with a book everyone
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| That book tells you to love
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| There is an ember in the heart of the kiln
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| And it’s burning hot with love
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| Burning out my sins until there’s nothing but dust
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| Rollin' me with care into your cigarette
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| 'Cause the God I believe in never worked on a campaign trail
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| What did you learn tonight?
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| You’re shouting so loud, you barely joyous, broken thing
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| You’re a voice that never sings, is what I say
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| You are freezing over hell
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| You are bringing on the end, you do so well
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| You can only blame yourself, it’s what I say
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| Who do you carry the torch for, my young man?
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| Do you believe in anything?
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| Do you carry it around just to burn things to the ground?
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| What did you learn tonight?
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| You’re shouting so loud, you barely joyous, broken thing
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| You’re a voice that never sings, is what I say
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| You are freezing over hell
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| You are bringing on the end, you do so well
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| You can only blame yourself, it’s what I say
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| Feels like
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| We could escape
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| And I don’t mind
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| Throwing away
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| This filthy silver tongue
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| If you try
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| Running a maze
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| Of your lies
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| It’s too hard to save
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| If you’ve thrown out everyone
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| What did
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| you learn tonight?
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| You’re shouting so loud
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| you barely joyous, broken thing
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| You’re a voice that never sings
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| Is what I say
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| You are
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| freezing over hell
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| You are bringing on the end
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| you do so well
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| You can only blame yourself
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| It’s what I say |