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Crashed! |
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They were sisters |
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in fortune; |
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the serpents they |
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struck them at |
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the darkest of nights. |
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Two ships sharing |
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a gravesite, homogenized |
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like a pile of bones. |
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Two ships sharing |
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a gravesite, homogenized |
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like a pile of bones. |
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Virtue scorned in favor |
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of mere survival. |
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This is not the |
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place for heroes. |
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This is desperation |
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in its truest form; |
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many fail to escape |
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their splintered graves. |
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Virtue scorned in |
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favor of mere survival. |
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This is not the |
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place for heroes. |
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Clocks won't turn |
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back to save us now. |
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We won't forget |
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that we have a chance. |
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Finding solace in |
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the hope that we have, |
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this fragile lifeline |
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is our only way out. |
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Clocks won't turn |
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back to save us now. |
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We won't forget |
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we have a chance. |
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Go! |
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And then the sun came up, |
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a tiny shred of hope. |
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Good timing for a promise |
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to get back home. |
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The light within never |
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waivers, never dies. |
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Instead, it saves |
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you from this. |
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Failure to find shelter |
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in this hell of ice assures |
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you pain that you'll |
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never recognize. |
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Failure to find shelter |
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in this hell of ice assures |
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you pain that you'll |
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never recognize. |
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This is our destiny, you |
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can't turn these ships around |
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This is our destiny, you |
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can't turn these ships around |
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This is our destiny, you |
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can't turn these ships around |
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This is our destiny, you |
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can't turn these ships around |
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Clocks won't turn |
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back to save us now. |
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We won't forget. |
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Clocks won't turn |
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back to save us now. |
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We won't forget we |
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have a chance. |
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Finding solace in |
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the hope that we have, |
|
this fragile lifeline |
|
is our only way out. |
