| From your knees, you’ve lost all direction; |
| So afraid of rejection
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| Lost, little toys in forgotten parks
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| Do I believe in us; |
| do I believe in lust?
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| Am I just desperate for a pick-me-up?
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| Maybe, I got a little lost while searching for my faith, stuck to your cross
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| You set fire to everything around; |
| worry yourself into the ground
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| You take all you can and leave the poor begging for more
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| Do I believe in love; |
| do I believe in heaven?
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| (At the sound of church bells, they come running)
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| All my clocks stuck on eleven; |
| afraid if I hit my knees, I might get nothing
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| Devil, don’t ever let me go
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| I’ve been looking for a tornado; |
| chaos is something I’ve been missing
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| Devil, don’t ever let me go
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| I’ve been looking for a tornado; |
| chaos is something I’ve been missing
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| You start wars everywhere you go
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| You take shots at everyone you know, and no one can help you 'cause you refuse
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| to receive it yourself
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| Do I believe in love; |
| do I believe in heaven?
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| (At the sound of wolf cries, they come running)
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| All my clocks stuck on eleven, I put too much of my faith in nothing
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| Devil, don’t ever let me go
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| I’ve been looking for a tornado; |
| chaos is something I’ve been missing
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| Devil, don’t ever let me go
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| I’ve been looking for a tornado; |
| chaos is something I’ve been missing
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| This is the sound of your savior running in need of anything to save you from
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| nothing
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| Devil, you’re evil
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| Devil, don’t ever let me go
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| I’ve been looking for a tornado; |
| chaos is something I’ve been missing
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| Devil, don’t ever let me go
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| I’ve been looking for a tornado; |
| chaos is something I’ve been missing |