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I want to feel something better
I want to run from this cold, cold weather
you want me to listen when you speak
you say its for my own good
you say its for my own good
I always liked you in the spring
you just lay there and let that telephone ring
I wish I'd listened to you then
cause it was for my own good
yeah, it was for my own good
I wish I'd listened to you then
you say its for my own good
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There is a demon drinking communion wine
There is a mockery in the public eye
It crossed, crossed out every line
I see the battleships breaking up the coast
Here comes the father, son
But where's the holy ghost
He lined, lined up every road
You're bleeding
I'm believing
He's selling you lies
And death after life
There is a bullet preaching Middle Eastern skies
There is a reason but there is no reason why
He stole a million alibis
I hear a whisper humming on the urban streets
But it's so quiet, like a disease
His crime
God, save us please
You're bleeding
I'm believing
He's selling you lies
And death after life
There is some new blood burning kingdom come
There is a patriot taking away your freedom
There is an old war with a brand new gun
There was a righteous man but now he's on the run
Look out
Here comes the black ghost's son
You're bleeding
I'm believing
He's selling you lies
And death after life
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