| With my back to the wall you’ve somehow pinned me up against
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| Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists
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| And I’m somewhere in between a held tongue and a curse
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| Or I could keep it inside, and hide it
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| In hopes my avoidance will cure it
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| But there’s no time for this
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| Or I could keep it inside, and hide it
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| In hopes my avoidance will cure it
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| But there’s no time for this again
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| So light it up and let it fly away
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| A Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames
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| Put your back to them all, I swear they’re not getting you there
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| A blueprint for the outside, when it’s cold out there
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| It’s not clear, but I refuse to breathe from these machines again
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| You all depend on the filters that keep you away
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| From the pain when you cry, and the praises you sang
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| It’s not real so I refuse to breathe from these machines again
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| So light it up and let it fly away
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| A Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames
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| And I won’t ask a lot from you, I just pray that the masks will come unglued
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| And we’re not yours, we’ll be with you soon
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| I hope we can be with you soon
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| So light it up and let it fly away
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| A Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames
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| And I won’t ask a lot from you, I just pray that the masks will come unglued
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| And we’re not yours, we’ll be with you soon
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| And this routine feels like a knife, entering my back then down my spine
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| I’ve withstood the sting for long enough, and I’m prepared to discard it
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| So light it up and let it go away. |
| So light it up and let it fly away
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| Fly away |