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With their wicked words they'll try to hold you down |
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No this is not our fate; the lives in which they are bound |
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And there is something more we know it has to be found |
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I know the world won't wait, the tide is turning around |
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And there's not enough time |
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With all their wicked words they'll never hold you down |
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No this is not our fate; the tide is turning around |
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No there's not enough time |
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In the fallout of the wasted, in the halflight |
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I stand before you in the last dance of an old life |
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Now the cool winds blowing and we can't stay, but it's alright |
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When the night is gone I will still be here |
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No there's not enough time |
