| Twilight army,
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| coming home.
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| Armor made of stone.
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| He who recollects, forgive us.
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| He who recollects, forgive us.
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| On the way down, we understand what it means to break down.
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| On the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late.
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| It’s the same.
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| All lines you all used to know,
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| It’s the same.
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| All lines you all used to know.
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| Trembling with no limbs, crow skin; |
| a perpetual startled breed.
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| The ache, no one to fight
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| The writing was still traced and shy and never really aimed to show you.
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| We understand what it means to break down.
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| On the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late.
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| All lines you all used to know,
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| It’s the same.
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| All lines you all used to know.
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| Still watching you rolling on what’s good for
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| Mistaken but you were always once before you know.
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| We understand what it means to break down.
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| And on the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late.
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| It’s the same.
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| All lines you all used to know,
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| It’s the same.
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| All lines you all used to know. |