| We built a glass monastery
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| Over the fault lines
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| Traded our lives for a living
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| In the shade of fallen shrines
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| You wrote your name in the static
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| Ten thousand gray dots
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| Couldn’t decipher your message
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| Oh, but I felt the violet noise
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| And the white lies, I’m fading
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| 'Til my mouth dries, I’m praying
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| I can hold my liquor like the saints do
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| I’m counting, I’m counting on you
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| I’m counting on you
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| I’m counting on you
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| Hey, I’m counting on, I’m counting on you
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| I lost my pride in the crater, hey
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| And ancient coal mines
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| Emulsified in dishonor
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| I just couldn’t keep myself alive
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| In the white lies, I’m fading
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| 'Til my mouth dries, I’m praying
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| I can hold my liquor like the saints do
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| I’m counting, I’m counting on you
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| I’m counting on you
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| Oh, I’m counting on you
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| Oh, I’m counting on, I’m counting on you
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| Oh I never, no I never, never thought we’d live in churches
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| And I never, no I never, no I never meant to see them burn
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| And I know you didn’t, know you didn’t, no, you didn’t deserve it, hey but
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| Now I’m, I’m counting, I’m counting on you
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| Oh no, babe
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| I can hold my liquor like the saints do
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| Just like they do
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| I’m counting, I’m counting on you
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| And the white lies, I’m fading
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| 'Til my mouth dries, I’m praying
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| I can hold my liquor like the saints do
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| I’m counting, I’m counting on you
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| I’m counting on you
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| Oh, I’m counting on you
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| Hey, I’m counting on, I’m counting on you |