| Locked up, too much to keep
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| Wanna feel you break, wanna hear you scream
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| But you’re as good as dead to me
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| Burnt out, can’t hardly speak
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| She said, «Where'd you go?»
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| I said, «You look like poetry, baby»
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| I am quite low and far too high
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| Every time we fight, they know
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| (Backsliding all the way to the ground)
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| That you are not the man you were before
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| (I couldn’t take it with the questions I have now)
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| And don’t be afraid
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| This ground is now holy, holy, yeah
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| And yes, we are safe, but the rumors are rolling around
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| Locked up, too much to keep
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| Wanna feel you break, wanna hear you scream
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| But you’re as good as dead to me
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| Burnt out, can’t hardly speak
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| And don’t be afraid
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| This ground is now holy, holy, yeah
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| And yes, we are safe, but the rumors are rolling around
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| Rolling around
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| (Rolling around, rolling around)
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| You stayed the same until I came
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| (Rolling around, rolling around)
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| And turned you around
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| Come follow me, follow me down
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| (I'll pass away, if you pass this time)
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| Follow me down
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| (I'll pass away, if you pass this time)
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| Follow me down
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| (I'll pass away, if you pass this time)
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| Follow me down
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| (I'll pass away, if you pass this time)
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| Follow me, follow me, follow me
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| And don’t be afraid
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| This ground is now holy, holy, yeah
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| And yes, we are safe, but the rumors are rolling around |