| Yeah!
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| Hear that dark masked voice that I thought I only dreamt about.
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| It tells all of my fears to everyone else, and conveys its wants to me,
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| (PLEASE GET IT OUT)
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| «God's not a goldmine, God’s on the inside,
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| selling everybody on the front-lines out.
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| Did you think your were right-side in, maybe inside out?
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| Reaching for, the gun, to load and persuade you, to stay…»
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| (BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!)
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| The thoughts in your head taking hold,
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| and all the knots are tied too tight to hold!
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| (Are you sold?)
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| Do we have to make a deal? |
| Let me know?!
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| (Are you sold?)
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| Did, you forget, I’m your friend? |
| (I'm your counterpart in all of this!)
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| («Isn't something you’re forgetting?»)
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| You owe me your life for thinking that I could take this from you!
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| Yeah…
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| «God's not a goldmine, God’s on the inside,
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| selling everybody on the front-lines out.
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| Did you think your were right-side in, maybe inside out?
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| Reaching for, the gun, to load and persuade you, to stay…»
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| (BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!)
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| the thoughts in your head taking hold,
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| and all the knots are tied too tight to hold!
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| (Are you sold?)
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| Do we have to make a deal? |
| Let me know?!
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| (Are you sold?)
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| MURDER!
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| Explanations turn to expectations turn to explorations.
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| This is torture, thinking I would hold her, but I think it’s over.
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| Think it over
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| MURDER! |