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Oh, our faces were down |
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our faces were down, on the grass for way too long |
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our legs were fractured, but we're holding on |
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this is a war and yet i'm sure we ain't gonna leave it |
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to leave it unhurt |
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we will fight with guns and roses |
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to bring this life back to what it used be |
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to bring our heart back to something wich seems to beat |
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and we're back to this |
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too proud to share a single tear |
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we won't forget all the mistakes we've made |
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this was nothing but a passing trend |
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we won't forget all the promises we've made |
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and all the fucks we've had |
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you're so done of smiling at our lies |
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so tired of turning round |
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we're so done of masking our cries |
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tired of turning round |
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we will fight with guns and roses |
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to make this life worth the price to live it |
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this is gonna be a fucking bloodshed |
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Oh, we're tearing up the skin |
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what are you hoping for? what are we holding on? |
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ask us to forget, and regret that we won't |
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ask us to forgive, believe that we can't |
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but who the fuck do you think we are? |
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there's no peace, no solace just an endless whis-per |
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just endless rumors about ourselves |
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about ourselves. |
