| The runners shaking their hands at the end
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| Oh, what has become
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| I’m the system in you
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| Don’t beat age and grow like a,
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| Ask your parade while you know
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| Someone shaming at you
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| People’s backstreet ways fall into place
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| Don’t come,
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| They track down lies and recognize,
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| Make your choice, they wanna make you raise your voice
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| To fight for a change
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| Oh, it’s always the same
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| And what is this, life’s feeling like a ride of bliss
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| To you and you don’t feel like going against the great today
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| I believe
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| Will you ever see them
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| In the plan to unify us Conquer evil
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| Become the shadow eaters
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| I believe you don’t see it either
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| Without safety glasses
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| Strike at sunrise and your battalion
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| Become the shadow eaters
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| One hundred seventy now, three sounds day
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| A hundred and twenty lives in history approximately
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| Lay out the, and if he did
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| I’m not quite sure you’re quiet out of breath
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| Backstreet ways into place,
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| Chase down grief to wallow and make belief
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| Got it with whatever way, we’re gonna die
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| , someone in between there’s life,
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| I believe
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| Will you ever see them
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| In the plan to unify us Conquer evil
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| Become the shadow eaters
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| I believe you don’t see it either
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| Without safety glasses
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| Strike at sunrise and your battalion
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| Become the shadow eaters |