Strike the ground
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There's not a message in the sound
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Hold out your hands
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When your God's not listening.
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Best believe, best believe
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You'll be systematically
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Placed to die tomorrow
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With a taste, so sweet
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It could drain the sorrow, the sorrow.
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We're living through your eyes
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But inside we start to die
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We count our losses.
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Strike the ground
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There's not a message in the sound
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Hold out your hands
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When your God's not listening
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The common ground of a modern day escape
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Is calling for the listening.
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You can't pull your way
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Through the same situations
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Time and time again
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You place your pawns in straight lines
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Alone to buy time
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Will we find the end, find the end?
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We're living through your eyes
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But inside we start to die
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We count our losses.
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Making the wrong moves
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Hoping you'll make them right
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We raise our voices in time.
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Strike the ground
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There's not a message in the sound
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Hold out your hands
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When your God's not listening
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The common ground of a modern day escape
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Is calling for the listening.
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Where will you turn
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When your God has abandoned you?
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Where will you turn
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When he leaves you to die?
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Where will you turn
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When your God has abandoned you?
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Where will you turn
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When he leaves you to die?
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We pray for God
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Strip the structure
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Scratch it out
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We praise empty skies.
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Strike the ground
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There's not a message in the sound
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Hold out your hands
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When your God's not listening
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The common ground of a modern day escape
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Is calling for the listening.
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We're living through your eyes
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But inside we start to die.
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The Listening
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Eyes Set To Kill |