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[Verse 1]
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This morning I can't tell if I'm nihilist, or religious, or if there's even a difference. 
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  If god made the West Texas highway, guess there probably isn't. 
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There's a darkness in my bones. It reaches all the way down to the mud. 
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There's a spark that's in your eyes. It catches flame, and it burns all through my blood. 

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[Verse 2]
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And every friend locked up or raided, it's reason enough 
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  to go all in, to raise the stakes, to call the bluff. 
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To burn all the world down for the sake of the ash. 
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For the things that we've got coming through the storm     of gasoline and broken glass. 

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[Verse 3]
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This morning I can't tell if I'm anarchist, or religious, or if there's even a difference. 
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  If I'm waiting for the right time to act, well, guess there probably isn't. 
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There's a darkness in my bones. It reaches all the way down to the mud. 
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There's a spark that's in your eyes. It catches flame, and it burns all through my blood.