| You better keep on runnin' from the mess you made
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| You can’t lie it away, its' your way, or no way, baby
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| Go on and pull that trigger it’s judgment day, you’re gonna pay
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| There’s no time to pray
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| Cause your way is his way, Monday to Sunday
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| Tuesday to doomsday
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| In the light, he’ll never follow you
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| In the lights, there’s no control of you
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| But he’s the choir you’ve been preaching to
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| As he takes you, and breaks you down
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| Yeah, you’re goin' down
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| And did I mention that it’s never gonna be the same, it’s not a game
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| Yeah, it’s much too late, 'cause your way is his way, baby
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| There’s no time, space, or motion when there’s hell to pay
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| You’re just a name…
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| Cause your way is his way, Monday to Sunday
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| Tuesday to doomsday
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| In the light, he won’t remember you, in the light, he’ll never fight for you
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| But he’s the choir you’ve been preaching to, as he takes you, and breaks you
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| From the blood inside the darkest veins
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| He praises misery and raises cain
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| You feed the fire when you feed the beast
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| While he cheats you, and beats you down
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| Yeah, you’re goin' down…
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| Cause your way is his way, Monday to Sunday
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| Tuesday to doomsday
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| In the light, he won’t remember you,
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| in the light, he’ll never fight for you
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| But he’s the choir you’ve been preaching to,
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| as he takes you, and breaks you
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| From the blood inside the darkest veins
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| He praises misery and raises cain
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| You feed the fire when you feed the beast
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| While he cheats you, and beats you down
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| Yeah, you’re goin' down… |