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With heading and stead go right back and forth |
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You're gracing them all with the little respect you hold |
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Green and gold |
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As someone this way comes to conjure the corpse |
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You'll never laugh quite as well as when it all fades to a flicker of former self |
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Bleeding an inner hell |
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Suffering paid for in honesty |
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What we lose down here will not be found |
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Corner all your false hopes you're willingness will be... |
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That's when the mask of the man eclipses the face and we will answer to him singing the muse |
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What know will end never meant as it begins |
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No longer idle and cold writing in flame |
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Spinning on your laurels come quick don't question worth |
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Flicker in the false hope of putting back on what's gone |
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Your words world is down here |
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Flicking in false hope on putting back what's gone |
