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One Way Out
The game of the allurement, they're echoin' now again,
flockin' to the prophets of pain, they're losing their eyes.
The frustration of the atmosphere is growin' anew.
They're going to the pyre to fan the flame - and you.
The flame and you.
Tell me how long, tell me how long.
It won't be long before they all
are sorry for the gods they called.
Tell me how long.
Animals switch on bright lights to delude you,
encouraged by the silent masses, encouraged by the dark,
dumb brains they all forget and now they're baitin' again.
Modesty was never real, was never real. Never.
Tell me how long, tell me how long.
It won't be long before they all
are sorry for the gods they called.
Tell me how long.
There's a wall of hatred, there's a wall of pain.
There's one solution, you can get out again,
there's a sea of tears and a life of sorrow.
But if we're blind today, we will get lost tomorrow.
Tomorrow we will get lost.
Tell me how long, tell me how long.
It won't be long before they all
are sorry for the gods they called.
Tell me how long.
How long.
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How long.
Tell me how long.
are sorry for the gods they called.
It won't be long before they all
Tell me how long, tell me how long.
Tomorrow we will get lost.
But if we're blind today, we will get lost tomorrow.
there's a sea of tears and a life of sorrow.
There's one solution, you can get out again,
There's a wall of hatred, there's a wall of pain.
Tell me how long.
are sorry for the gods they called.
It won't be long before they all
Tell me how long, tell me how long.
Modesty was never real, was never real. Never.
dumb brains they all forget and now they're baitin' again.
encouraged by the silent masses, encouraged by the dark,
Animals switch on bright lights to delude you,
Tell me how long.
are sorry for the gods they called.
It won't be long before they all
Tell me how long, tell me how long.
The flame and you.
They're going to the pyre to fan the flame - and you.
The frustration of the atmosphere is growin' anew.
flockin' to the prophets of pain, they're losing their eyes.
The game of the allurement, they're echoin' now again,
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| kOne aWay kOut |
| Okne Waay Okut |
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| 9One 3Way 9Out |
| O9ne W3ay O9ut |
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| lne eay lut |
| lOne eWay lOut |
| Olne Weay Olut |
| ine say iut |
| iOne sWay iOut |
| Oine Wsay Oiut |
| Onne 2ay Ouut |
| Oe 2Way Ot |
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| Oen W2ay Otu |
| Ome qay Oht |
| Omne qWay Ohut |
| Onme Wqay Ouht |
| Ohe O7t |
| Ohne Wy O7ut |
| Onhe Wya Ou7t |
| Oje Wzy Okt |
| Ojne Wzay |
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