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Who spawns the dreams of desolation? we do... |
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Who writes the epitaph of light? we do... |
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Who lies and preaches of condamnation? we do... |
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Who clips the wings of angels bright? we do... |
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We are all the only one. |
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We are all the weak and tepid. |
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We all strive to rule our own world. |
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We all tie ourselves down. |
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We all rot in perfect harmony. |
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We all love to pity yet do nothing. |
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We all care enough to ignore. |
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We are all people. |
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We are all just a disease. |
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Who spawns the dreams of desolation? we do... |
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Who writes the epitaph of light? we do... |
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Who lies and preaches of condamnation? we do... |
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Who clips the wings of angels bright? we do... |
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We are the victims in a conspiracy of nothing. |
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We are all liars in the end. |
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We all hold our own ideas as truths. |
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We all fool ourselves to believe that we really exist. |
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We all cheat and lie to keep our noses above water. |
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We all cry at the end of the day. |
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We all smear our own guilt onto others. |
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We are all just pawns in a game played by pawns. |
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Who spawns the dreams of desolation? we do... |
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Who writes the epitaph of light? we do... |
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Who lies and preaches of condamnation? we do... |
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Who clips the wings of angels bright? we do... |
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Who spawns the dreams of desolation? we do... |
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Who writes the epitaph of light? we do... |
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Who lies and preaches of condamnation? we do... |
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Who clips the wings of angels bright? we do... |
