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Color your skin with gold and the violence remains |
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Cover your eyes with rose but the stain remains |
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Will you escape your life with all the walls you build? |
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Smother your will and lead you into fasion... |
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Morning comes in the dream before we rise |
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When we linger side by side |
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It's my heart that speaks this time: |
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We will ride the rising tide |
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Color your skin with gold and the violence remains |
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Cover your eyes with rose but the stain remains |
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Will you repair your life with all the holes you fill? |
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Smother your will and drain you of your passion |
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Morning comes in the dream before we rise |
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When we linger side by side |
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It's my heart that speaks this time: |
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We will ride the rising tide |
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Color your skin with gold and the violence remains |
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Cover your eyes with rose but the stain remains |
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Will you defend your life and all the hope you feel? |
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Or smother your will and lead you into fasion... |
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Morning comes in the dream before we rise |
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When we linger side by side |
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It's my heart that speaks this time: |
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We will ride the rising tide |
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(...outside) |
