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The vigor in my soul won't stand for this anymore |
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The potency that is my being is far ruin |
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Far from silenced |
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And far from death |
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With Severed legs |
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I'd walk with intent to prosper |
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A body plauged with sickness and still I'd dare to dream |
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For I can |
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Breathe my blood is fire and I bleed life |
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The defeatest is dead |
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No remorse for that man who dies |
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A sad bitter man whose contempt for himself exceded his contempt for the world |
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No remorse for those who chis spirit |
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A sad bitter lot whose lack of insight left a man broken Left many broken |
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The disenchanted led by the frightened only blessed |
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With the absence of respect |
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A world enslaved by itself but one was reborn to conquer |
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I climb to the crest and strive to climb higher |
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At the core of my being is vitality that will not die |
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My blood is fire and I bleed life |
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My blood is fire |
