| Anarchy, your wish is my command
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| I’ll free the atom from it’s cell
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| And place it in your hand
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| Reach beneath my coat of winter fat
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| And tear my beating heart out
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| With the beauty and the brat
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| Oh love, like a falling star I fell for you
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| Do anything you want me to
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| And most of all, I’d die for you
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| It’s true
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| You touch the world and all is set askew
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| Anarchy, my dear
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| The brazen and the queer
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| We bow before you, Anarchy, my dear
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| Anarchy, my dame
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| I quiver at your name
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| I bow before you, baby born in flames
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| I dream of days that we might share
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| Where god’s no useless effigy, of something barely there
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| But all these kings become our clowns
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| And I will serenade the choice we made, to burn the mother down
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| Oh love, like a synonym defined by you
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| Feel hope cause I’m reminded to, by you
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| The fools surmise they blinded you
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| It’s true, your love unlearned, the broken life anew
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| Anarchy, my dear
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| The brazen and the queer
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| We bow before you, Anarchy, my dear
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| Anarchy, my dame
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| I quiver at your name
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| I bow before you, baby born in flames
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| You coat me in blasphemy, well once I was so blind
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| The beauty and the spacious skies, with boundaries undefined
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| You whisper tunes in my ear drums as we lay here entwined
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| Search for love for oh so long but one day I will find
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| Find you!
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| Alright!
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| Anarchy, my dear
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| The brazen and the queer
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| We bow before you, Anarchy, my dear
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| Anarchy, my dame
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| I quiver at your name
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| I bow before thee, baby born in flames
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| Anarchy, my dear
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| The crazy and the queer
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| We bow before you, Anarchy my dear
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| Anarchy, my dame
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| I quiver at your name
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| I bow before you, baby born in flames |