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From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart
 The drugs of initiation, the bottom of a barrel that drops
 I understand your causes sympathize with motivation
 All the details of this war are just self-infatuation
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 Nothing's for free
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 Pick up the sticks
 And go home
 Your manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape
 What's left when the locks have all been broken young children of authority
 Tell me how long can you be agile dancing between the alter and the merci seat
 Now here's a chance to make a choice are you aware of the fire beneath your feet
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 Nothing's for free
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 Pick up the sticks
 And go home
 You better own up to me
 Yeah Yeah
 Go home
 The basement lies within us
 Our fear comes through the door
 Now there's nothing left between us
 As the fear becomes a roar
 Once that wheel is in motion don't lose what you have found
 We're talking bout the burning wheel of tongues everything that makes it go round and round
 We're all born in the devil's scorn he wants to see you die
 I'm asking you, "are you true", and everything they say is a lie is a lie now
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 Nothing's for free
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 Pick up the sticks
 And go 1 2 3
 Nothing's for free
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 Pick up the sticks
 And go 1 2 3 (we're all born)
 Nothing's for free (in the devil's scorn)
 1 2 3 (we're all born)
 Nothing's for free (in the devil's scorn)
 And everything they say is a lie it's a lie now
 Everything they say is a lie it's a lie
 Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks)
 Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks)
 Pick up the sticks (pick up the sticks)
 Pick up the sticks