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Children born and raised on a Sunday | Hearing what their leaders say | Singing along
Children born and raised on a Sunday Hearing what their leaders say Singing along A story missing to the Ones who won't listen All the words are left alone But I've been running out Fighting to stay above the line and I can feel the Devil is close so It's gonna follow me down It's gonna follow me down (Gonna follow) Last rites in a lost city I can't fight for a life I've never known Dark lights giving no pity Last rites for a place I call my home Fear is in the war for society Hungry for the heresy Never atone A spark that glistens for the Souls of a mission Canonize this pile of stones But I'm rebelling now Fighting to save my only life and I can feel the rapture is close so It's gonna follow me down It's gonna follow me down (Gonna follow) Last rites in a lost city I can't fight for a life I've never known Dark lights giving no pity Last rites for a place I call my home Whoa, oh whoa Place I call my home Whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa Place I call my home Sanctus Dominus I am left alone Last rites in a lost city I can't fight for a life I've never known Dark lights giving no pity Last rites for a place I call my home Whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa Place I call my home Whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa Place I call my home
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