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We never would have thought that we were dead. |
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We were torn limb from limb. |
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Let this be known as our battle-hymn. |
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Our spirits rise from our shattered remains. |
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No bones to speak of, but the passion retains. |
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We have died and returned as a phantom. |
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Nothing can stop our push for power. |
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The asphalt stained a shade of red. |
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We never would have thought that we were dead. |
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We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hopes. |
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The afterlife means we reign as ghosts. |
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Black smoke drowned out a birth to the obscene. |
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The critics tried to suffocate the flames with gasoline. |
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Smoke and flames couldn't stop us now. |
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We will forever live on to haunt this town. |
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We have died and returned as a phantom. |
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Nothing can stop our push for power. |
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The asphalt stained a shade of red. |
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We never would have thought that we were dead. |
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We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hopes. |
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The afterlife means we reign as ghosts. |
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The asphalt stained a shade of red. |
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We never would have thought that we were dead. |
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We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hopes. |
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The afterlife means we reign as ghosts. |
