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Grant Nicholas
Grant Nicholas
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Anna Stubbs
Anna Stubbs
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Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
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Grant Nicholas
Grant Nicholas
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Grant Nicholas
Grant Nicholas
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Chris Sheldon
Chris Sheldon
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Tim Roe
Tim Roe
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Luke Gibbs
Luke Gibbs
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There's these feelings that implode Pulling me apart, out of control As I fall into despair Fever (Fever) I shoot the devil, by the hand Stole the whiskey from the mouth of a broken man From the ruins, through a town From the ashes grew a forest across the land Give us soul, give us love Give us freedom, give us peace Hallelujah, sing it back to me If you believe There's these feelings that implode Pulling me apart, out of control As I fall into despair Fever There's still thoughts I receive And a voice that carries wisdom in the breeze As I look, to the west A neon sign is glowing through the trees Give us soul, give us love Give us freedom, give us peace Hallelujah, sing it back to me If you believe There's these feelings that implode Pulling me apart, out of control As I fall into despair Fever There's a reason I must go To replace my shadows, got my soul As I fall into despair Fever How could I forget Why would I forget Think of the alibis So much for sacrifice How could I forget Why would I forget Caught in the eye of a hurricane (Shoot the devil by the hand) I shoot the devil By the hand Stole the whiskey from the mouth of a broken man Fever, fever There's these feelings that implode Pulling me apart, out of control As I fall into despair Fever There's a reason I must go To replace my shadows, got my soul As I fall into despair Fever (Fever)
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