| Can we give back to the place
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| Where you know we belong?
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| Now we both been torn apart
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| But it’s time we head it home
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| It’s time we head it home
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| It’s time we head it home
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| Are we lost or just nowhere to be found
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| Have we reached the end of days?
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| Now it’s a matter of life and death
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| And I can see the road I had
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| But it seems it might be late
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| Close your eyes, take a breathe
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| Count to ten, now you’re dead
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| It’s too late you …
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| Can we give back to the place
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| Where you know we belong?
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| Now we both been torn apart
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| But it’s time we head it home
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| It’s time we head it home
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| It’s time we head it home
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| We are on the run before they drag us down
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| Cause we got nowhere to stay
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| Now my anxiety is creeping in
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| And it’s boiling and running thin
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| And this tension’s bout to break
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| Close your eyes, take a breathe
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| Count to ten, now you’re dead
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| It’s too late you …
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| Can we give back to the place
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| Where you know we belong?
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| Now we both been torn apart
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| But it’s time we head it home
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| It’s time we head it home
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| It’s time we head it home
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| Terror in my review as we quickly drive away
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| Your finger on the trigger as the blood run thru your brain
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| Hell is an illusion, I see zombies everywhere
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| We must get all it done, got no time to stop and stare
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| Can we give back to the place
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| Where you know we belong?
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| Now we both been torn apart
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| But it’s time we head it home
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| It’s time we head it home
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| It’s time we head it home |