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They are daisies afraid of rain. |
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Hiding from the touches that bring no pain. |
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Frozen in the warmth of all this life. |
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Wilting, every ray of sun's a knife. |
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Caught in the deadlights. |
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Mesmerized by the deadlights. |
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We shine on, but the darkness lies within. |
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Growing underneath the broken skin. |
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Raging battle is in our veins. |
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Feed on, bleed on, it all becomes the same. |
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Caught in the deadlights. |
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Mesmerized by the deadlights. |
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Draw breath or don't, it's death that won't |
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Be denied of it's final grip around your throat. |
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We're here and now, near gone anyhow |
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The blood must sing |
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As long as it flows around. |
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Right on! Straight into the fray. |
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Right on! Do whatever you may. |
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Right on! Your bones won't hold the meat. |
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Right on! Suffer your treat! |
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Caught in the deadlights. |
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Mesmerized by the deadlights. |
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Caught in the deadlights. |
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Head high we fly with the deadlights. |
