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de The Ballroom Thieves

Hands to your hymnals
Hell's at the door
It bellows and it growls and it roars
I was snared by a sickness
Some fever in my lungs
Hold my language like an armor
And thin brand on my tongue (ah)

Ooh-ooh-ooh
I spilled blood in the water
Then let the storm roll in
I put my hands in the fire
Watched my welcome wear thin
Salt in my wounds and spit in my eye
I burned the path you walk on
And I let none survive

We are painted with the fear that if
The sea recedes it never comes back
But there are two things I know for sure

I will be free
I will be free
I will be free
And you can't cheat death
Can't cheat death
Can't cheat death
Can't cheat death

Head full of poison
The devil in your heart
You're a dark toothed liar
And you're caught up in smoke
Pour acid in your glass
And I watch you talk
I rue the day I met you
And I curse the words you spoke

I ain't your savior
I ain't your saint
I cut the rope you keep me on
And I dug up your grave
You're envious of ghosts
And whether hands are dead
You got no marrow in them bones
Just trouble and sin

We are painted with the fear that if
The sea recedes it never comes back
But there are two things I know for sure

I will be free
I will be free
I will be free
And you can't cheat death
Can't cheat death
You can't cheat death
Can't cheat death
You can't cheat death
Can't cheat
Can't cheat death
Can't cheat death
Can't cheat

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