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From this day, in this war that |
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I faceI'll pray through this rusty cage that |
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I must wake. |
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Though you burn me away, to slave for your dying fire. |
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The lost and forgotten, are without a sound. |
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The fear in the speaker to hunt you down. |
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There's too much hate for us to live this way. |
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Do you suffer? |
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Because it's killing me that we're fighting. |
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When I bleed like you |
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Are you happy? |
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With the knife you keep, the words cut deep |
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And I'm bleeding just like you. |
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Till this day, she kept me away. |
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To swim in this firey grave |
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I still face all the hate that you create. |
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To bathe in your candle's fire. |
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The lost and forgotten, are without a sound. |
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The fear in the speaker to hunt you down. |
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There's too much hate for us to live this way. |
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Do you suffer? |
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Because it's killing me that we're fighting. |
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When I bleed like you |
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Are you happy? |
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With the knife you keep, the words cut deep |
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And I'm bleeding just like you. |
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Do you suffer? |
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When there is no one here to remind me? |
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When I bleed like you |
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Do you suffer? |
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Because it's killing me that we're fighting. |
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When I bleed like you |
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Are you happy? |
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With the knife you keep, the words cut deep |
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And I'm bleeding just like you. |
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Just like you, bleeding just like you. |
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Just like you, bleeding just like you. |
