| Between the cracks I break my back to wave the flag that you stare at*
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| This is our glory, this is our story, this is a real love song
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| These are our fireworks, our hands in the dirt, this is a real love song
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| Teeth for miles a crooked smile
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| So hard to trust what is enough
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| This is our glory, this is our story, this is a real love song
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| These are our fireworks, our hands in the dirt, this is a real love song
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| Our war is cruel can anyone see who’s a friend or the enemy?
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| A king, a clown, both wear the crown
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| A battle hymn for even ground
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| This is our glory, this is our story, this is a real love song
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| These are our fireworks, our hands in the dirt, this is a real love song
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| This is a real love song. |
| This is a real love song |