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Unbeliever

I’ve been wandering through
This dead city
With the devil’s voice inside my head
And the streets they’re all, they’re after fortune
And the sky is painted about our grave
But I keep hanging on
I keep hanging on
And on

Now I’m a thousand miles away from nowhere
And the night is turning, it’s turning bleak
Fear comes upon me now

And I feel just like some ill-fated beast
But I keep hanging on
I keep hanging on
And on

Now I don’t plan
Much to offer
I thought that was plain to see
Explain on just an unbeliever
And I believe you can count on me
If you keep hanging on
Just keep hanging on
And on

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