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Face to face but the feeling's gone |
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Blinking, the battle lines are drawn |
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This is the shape of things to come |
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Stand in the shadow of the sun |
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Are you happy now? |
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Nothing is simple anymore |
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Fighting a war, don't know what for |
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This is the sound of the damage done |
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Stand in the shadow of the sun |
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Are you happy now? |
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We carry the weight of a million stars. |
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With every revolution a little something dies |
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I lost my faith when you let it go |
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I'm calling you out this is a low |
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How far we fall. |
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Bury the past inside my head |
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Now that the rest of me is dead |
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This is the shape of things to come |
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Stand in the shadow of the sun |
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Are you happy now? |
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We carry the weight of a million stars. |
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With every revolution a little something dies |
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I lost my faith when you let it go |
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I'm calling you out this is a low |
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How far we fall. |
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I'll put on your pretty noose |
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This is a low tell me where do we fall |
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We carry the weight of a million stars. |
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With every revolution a little something dies |
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I lost my faith when you let it go |
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I'm calling you out this is a low |
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How far we fall |
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I'll put on your pretty noose |
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This is a low tell me where do we fall |
