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In the cold |
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in the distance |
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where the skies are lands reviving the existence |
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gone with the graves |
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uuuuh |
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the assassins of their supersonic maze |
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face the choir |
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of violent winds |
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let it turn your skin around just give yourself in |
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we`re part of this together |
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we`re coming alive |
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we breath in the zephyr |
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of infinite rides |
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far far far away |
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getting wider in your eyes |
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realized you are just an illusion |
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far far far away |
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nothing real but all inside |
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becomes your living pray |
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I'm facing with the fire fire face |
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its breaking out of me its wanting me to be |
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This fire fire face |
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like a lost side of me I'd never seen |
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fire fire face |
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keeping me alive the panic of the dice |
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fire fire face |
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turning into revolution in my mind |
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Your fire was burning, burning undercover |
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where I could feel alive and it was right and wild and free |
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Its not how you fake it but how it makes you real |
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it kills you or it makes you kill |
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Face the choir |
|
of violent winds |
|
let it turn your skin around just give yourself in |
|
We`re part of this together |
|
we`re coming alive |
|
we breath in the zephyr |
|
of infinite rides |
|
far far far away |
|
getting wider in your eyes |
|
realized you are just an illusion |
|
far far far away |
|
nothing real but all inside |
|
becomes your living pray |
|
I'm facing with the fire fire face |
|
its breaking out of me its wanting me to be |
|
this fire fire face |
|
like a lost side of me I'd never seen |
|
fire fire face |
|
its keeping me alive the panic of the dice |
|
fire fire face |
|
turning into revolution in my mind |
|
The fire was burning, burning undercover |
|
where I could feel alive and it was right and wild and free |
|
Its not how you fake it but how it makes you real |
|
it kills you or it makes you kill |
|
Its not how you fake it but how it makes you real |
|
it kills you or it makes you kill |
