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A notion cold as the night air |
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Starts within in my head |
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Spreads like ink right through my veins |
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All of our kings are dead |
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I am not a scholar and |
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I don't believe in fate |
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Surely as |
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I share your blood will |
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I end up the same? |
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If there's one thing |
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I have learned |
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In my short time on this earth |
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Devotion should be owed not earned |
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Only you determine what you're worth |
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We are set free |
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We are the sons of apathy |
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Though it's not right |
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It's all we know |
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And there's no one left to follow |
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We are the heirs to empty thrones |
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And promises un-kept |
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We sit and watch the empire burn with mild disinterest, |
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But we are not forsaken, |
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We have a gift worth more than gold |
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We've been shown how not to live |
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By gracious kings of old |
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If there's one thing |
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I have learned |
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In my short time on this earth |
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Devotion should be owed not earned |
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Only you determine what you're worth |
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We are set free |
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We are the sons of apathy |
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Though it's not right |
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It's all we know |
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And there's no one left to follow |
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My father was an oak |
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The earth moved when he spoke |
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My father conquered seas |
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But was not there for me. |
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My father was an oak |
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The earth moved when he spoke |
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My father conquered seas |
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But was not there for me. |
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My father was an oak |
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The earth moved when he spoke |
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My father conquered seas |
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But was not there for, |
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Was not there for me. |
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We are set free |
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We are the sons of apathy |
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Though it's not right |
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It's all we know |
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And there's no one left to follow |
