| Separate yourself
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| Fuck it all
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| Go ahead without the slightest thought of concern
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| The bitter taste of frustration can’t catch me by surprise anymore
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| This time we’re going all out
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| And we just don’t give a fuck
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| When the time has come
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| And all the songs have been 'sung
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| We will burn our bridges
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| In the night of love
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| I search for another choice
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| To keep me sane
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| And put my feet back on the ground
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| Separate yourself
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| Fuck it all
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| Go ahead without the slightest thought of concern
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| Your signs of desperation just don’t appeal to me anymore
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| Go ahead without the slightest thought of concern
|
| Your signs of desperation just don’t appeal to me anymore
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| This time we’re going all out
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| And we just don’t give a fuck
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| When the time has come
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| And all the battles have been fuckin' won
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| We will burn our bridges
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| Where eagles turn
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| Never forget the lessons learned
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| Where eagles turn
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| We won’t get burned
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| Separate yourself
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| Fuck it all
|
| Go ahead without the slightest thought of concern
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| The failed communication
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| This is where it ends
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| This time we’re going all out
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| And we just don’t give a fuck
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| When lines have been drawn
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| And all the enemies are dead and gone
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| We will burn our bridges
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| In the night of love
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| I search for another choice
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| To keep me sane
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| And put my feet back on the ground |