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I'm movin' with the strength of a spear |
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I'm cruisin' with the past in my mirror |
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Done leveling my city of ghosts |
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Cool ashes, like it's all that she wrote |
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Shake off the sadness soot |
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It's doin' me good |
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Embrace the solitude |
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It's doin' me good |
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I'm darting through the traffic alone |
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Dim shadows carve the streets that I roam |
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Bewitching is the need to be held |
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I try to fight it |
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But I'm under that spell |
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Knee deep in sadness soot |
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It's doin' me good |
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Embrace the solitude |
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That's welcoming us |
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Face the night |
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And all its fireworks |
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Wrap yourself up |
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In the silence |
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Birthing dreams of love and hurt |
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Aborted by the city of sirens |
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Face the night |
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Face the night alone |
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I'm swimming with the weight of my heart |
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Upstream to where the green river parts |
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Two directions force my will to decide |
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Shall I drift before I swim for my life? |
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Shake off the sadness soot |
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We're gathering rust |
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Embrace the quiet flood |
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That's welcoming us |
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Shake off the sadness |
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Shake off the sadness |
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Shake off the sadness |
