| Desperate times in vain of the weakend man
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| The path we choose is seldom free of leaves
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| The crimes I gaze on, they’re in you’re hands
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| They pray on you and they gave in over me
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| Avenge your suns
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| With flames too high
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| That fire must burn
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| To a thousand stories high
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| With what remains
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| Do what you will
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| The truth is told
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| Whats dead is dead
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| Dusty roads to pave on, where do you stand
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| The street names froe the vein’s of soldomscene
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| The skies you gaze on, here comes your man
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| The summer heats the trail of broken dreams
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| Avenge your suns
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| With flames too high
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| That fire must burn
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| To a thousand stories high
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| With what remains
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| Do what you will
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| The truth is told
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| Whats dead is dead
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| Fire stands throughout the day
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| Spark the prey in hunters eyes
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| Tonight we raise the night away
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| A pain that never cares
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| Set the sails, before the light
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| Drape the fears between the cries
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| Our redemption comes tonight
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| So light the signal fires
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| Desperate times in vain of the weakend man
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| The path we choose is seldom free of leaves
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| The crimes I gaze on, they’re in you’re hands
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| They prey on you and they gave in over me
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| Avenge your suns
|
| With flames too high
|
| That fire must burn
|
| To a thousand stories high
|
| With what remains
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| Do what you will
|
| The truth is told
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| Whats dead is dead (x2) |