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Who do you carry the torch for, my young man?
Do you believe in anything?
Do you carry it around just to burn things down?

Meet me tonight at the turnpike, my darling
'Cause we believe in anything
If we sweat all these debts, then we're sure to drown
So we strap ourselves up to this engine now
With a god who we found laying under the backseat

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What did you learn tonight?
You're shouting so loud
You barely joyous, broken thing
You're a voice that never sings, is what I say
You are freezing over hell
You are bringing on the end, you do so well
You can only blame yourself, is what I say

Order your daughters to ignore me
Think that will sort me
And sweep me under the rug
You're beating with a book everyone
That book tells you to love

Oh, there is a ember in the heart of the kiln
And it's burning hot with love
Burning out my sins until there's nothing but dust
Rolling me with care into your cigarette
'Cause the god I believe in never worked on a campaign trail

What did you learn tonight?
You're shouting so loud
You barely joyous, broken thing
You're a voice that never sings, is what I say
You are freezing over hell
You are bringing on the end, you do so well
You can only blame yourself, is what I say

Who do you carry the torch for, my young man?
Do you believe in anything?
Do you carry it around just to burn things to the ground?

What did you learn tonight?
You're shouting so loud
You barely joyous, broken thing
You're a voice that never sings, is what I say
You are freezing over hell
You are bringing on the end, you do so well
You can only blame yourself, is what I say

Feels like we could escape (What did you learn tonight?)
And I don't mind (You're shouting so loud)
Throwing away this filthy, silver tongue (You barely joyous, broken thing)
You're a voice that never sings, is what I say
If you try run in a maze of your lies (You are freezing over hell)
It's too hard to save (You are bringing on the end)
If you've thrown out everyone (You do so well)
You can only blame yourself, is what I say

Writer(s): Vincent Accardi, Jesse Thomas Lacey, Brian Marc Lane, Garrett James Tierney

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