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Down in the darkest corner |
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Somewhere in your mind |
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If you look you may find |
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Some kind of deep desire |
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Slightly glowing spark |
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Your way out of the dark |
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Leave your troubling |
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Doubts behind |
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Step into the pack of hounds |
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Leave your quiet days behind |
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So you may stand all alone |
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Believe |
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With the darkness |
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The wolves coming closer |
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Count the seconds |
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No shelter in sight |
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Feel the madness |
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And fear coming closer |
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Truth's your weapon |
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Get ready to fight |
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Most of your days you're watching |
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And hoping that one day |
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All black is turning grey |
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Instead of moving on |
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You'd always step aside |
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Time to stand up with pride |
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Leave your troubling |
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Doubts behind |
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Step into the pack of hounds |
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Leave your quiet days behind |
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So you may stand all alone |
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Believe |
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With the darkness |
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The wolves coming closer |
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Count the seconds |
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No shelter in sight |
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Feel the madness |
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And fear coming closer |
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Truth's your weapon |
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Get ready to fight |
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The Right To Fight |
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Far too long you've been |
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Watching in silence |
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Far too long you've just |
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Been their pawn |
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Far too long you've been |
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Fleeing from violence |
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Far too long you're afraid |
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Of the storm |
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Leave your troubling |
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Doubts behind |
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Step into the pack of hounds |
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Leave your quiet days behind |
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So you may stand all alone |
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Believe |
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With the darkness |
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The wolves coming closer |
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Count the seconds |
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No shelter in sight |
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Feel the madness |
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And fear coming closer |
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Truth's your weapon |
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Get ready to fight |