When the leaning tower falls to the ground
When the hearsay's too much to think about
And they think that they've got you figured out
It's a rude world, it's a vicious world
[Pre-Chorus:]
When they're throwing stones
There's a place I know
I can always go
[Chorus:]
To my sanctuary, baby, where I run
And when the streets are burnin', baby, and I know
If they come with torches
Cause they don't like the truth
world
where
vicious
truth
trumpet
tower
torches
through
squad
sanctuary
saints
proof
throwing
enemy
cross
crowd
matters
wrong
chorus
hearts
streets
stones
cause
place
beside
always
sounds
apocalypse
leaning
faces
about
lightning
dance
lined
someone
falls
figured
firing
getting
think
ground
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