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so casually defiant and barely |
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recognizable oh the beauty undeniable |
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red moon rises on the eve to the |
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eclipsing of our opposing sun |
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we'll be the opposite of everything |
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victor keep your head up, we don't |
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want to to see ourselves with tragedy |
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comes shifting of perspectives. |
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a boy breaks down before him he's |
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dazed and hypnotized by it "how did i |
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become a victim too?" |
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replace my heart i'm no longer cold to |
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a fallen beast inside of me |
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what are the measure of our |
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existence the polotics of politness |
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that stake the claims that we make. a |
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new day to float on the expectations of |
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lovers and the heroes we want to |
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become... the ones. |