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The sharp sound of blades |
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The deep wounds of hate |
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My fingers tap on the wall |
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The silent mess of your thoughts |
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How long can it take ? |
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How long before we break |
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The fragile truce that will bring |
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This bleeding love to the dawn? |
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Like enemies looking for an alibi... |
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The sharp sound of blades ! |
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How long can it take? |
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Like enemies looking for an alibi... |
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Set your soul from where we once began! |
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Just words of porcelain all crashing in the air |
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And if you thought it was gold |
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It's nothing more than a stone |
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How long can it take? |
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How long before we break |
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The fragile truce that will bring |
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This bleeding love to the dawn? |
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Echoes and memories |
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Enemy armies are ready |
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Just set your soul from where we once began! |
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Here is the future... |
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When we decide to give up |
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Just set your soul from where we once began! |
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How long can it take? |
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The deep wound of hate |
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Are you always looking for an alibi? |
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Are you still looking for an alibi? |
