| They can push us away but we won’t fail
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| They can freeze us right out but we will prevail
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| I know it’s hard to keep your slate clean, whites white
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| 'cause blood stains and memory blinds sight
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| Ablata at alba, ablata at alba
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| Secluded but pure, banished but blameless
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| Ablata at alba, ablata at alba
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| Excluded, immured, vanquished but shameless
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| If you shut your mouth you won’t have to breathe
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| The infectious aroma of delicious disease
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| I know it’s hard to keep your slate clean, whites white
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| 'cause blood stains and we won’t go without a fight
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| Ablata at alba, ablata at alba
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| Secluded but pure, banished but blameless
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| Ablata at alba, ablata at alba
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| Excluded, immured, vanquished but shameless
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| Snap your fingers and we’re out of sight
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| But you better keep a finger on the trigger tonight
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| Lord knows it’s hard to keep your slate clean, whites white
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| Blood stains and memory blinds sight
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| Ablata at alba, ablata at alba
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| Ablata at alba, ablata at alba
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| We’re secluded but we are pure
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| We are banished but we’re blameless
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| You can’t tell us we are wrong
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| Innocence burns brightly in our hearts |