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    Silence has become a child's game
    There is no solution to burn away this plague, oh
    No remedies have been discovered

    The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever
    Blunt instrument one can salvage
    Whomever finds themselves too proper
    Will be the first to perish
    And you know nothing that matters now

    We cannot restore (restore)
    We cannot recover (recover)
    All is lost in the flood of the risen dead
    We cannot restore (restore)
    We cannot recover (recover)
    All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful

    The incurable bring us our punishment
    Today's destruction can only be measured in

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    In biblical, biblical proportion

    Let's go
    My will is at God's hand, never within man's teeth
    My will is at God's hand, never within man's teeth, yeah
    My will is at God's hand, never within man's teeth

    Always wanting more, never enough
    Until this day and age when there's nothing left
    Always wanting more, never enough
    Until this day and age when there's nothing left
    Always wanting more
    Never enough

    We cannot restore (restore)
    We cannot recover (recover)
    All is lost in the flood of the risen dead
    We cannot restore (restore)
    We cannot recover (recover)
    All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful

    We cannot restore (restore)
    We cannot recover (recover)
    All is lost in the flood of the risen dead
    We cannot restore
    We cannot recover
    All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful

    We cannot restore
    We cannot recover
    All is lost in the storm of the risen dead
    We cannot restore
    We cannot recover
    All is lost

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    Composition: Mike Hranica and The Devil Wears Prada

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