| Wasting this life, hoarfrost inside
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| With your guillotine goodbye, the hex of your eye
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| What a strange feeling, blowing under my skin
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| I heard it in a dream, I wrote it in a book
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| Sharing your face, now I could not care less
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| We are all buried alive, in our caskets we lie
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| Can we go on masked forever?
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| Could we ignore woods of feathers?
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| If you never see you will never betray her
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| Born the seventeenth of November
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| The street fighting youth will save our reputation
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| Bloodshot eyes stain
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| Nothing’s ever the same, with your guillotine goodbye
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| There is no reason to do right
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| Bloodshot eyes stain
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| Nothing’s ever the same, with your guillotine goodbye
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| There is no reason to do right
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| Can we go on masked forever?
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| Could we ignore woods of feathers?
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| If you never see you will never betray her
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| Born the seventeenth of November
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| The street fighting youth will save our reputation
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| Now you paralyze everything that you have inside
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| Now you paralyze everything that you wanted to hide
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| I’m on, but nothing will change
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| I’m on, but nothing will change |