| Backlash, it’s never-ending
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| Whiplash, the condescending
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| Emptiness turns to desperation
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| New start, an apparition
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| Apart from the premonition
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| In this world life is what we make it
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| Survival, revival
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| Your mind is non-believing
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| Lost hope in a new direction
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| To cope with a change inside
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| A tortured soul of expectation
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| Take hold of a new tomorrow
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| So cold, your life of sorrow
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| Programmed in our lives to take it
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| Regression, obsession
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| Your soul is so deceiving
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| Leading a life that you tried to disown
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| And we will arise and claim our throne
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| We’re bidding farewell to the fear of unknown
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| And we will arise and claim our throne
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| Deception, inception
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| My life it will have meaning
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| Resenting, repenting
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| Your future so demeaning
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| And so revealing
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| Leading a life that you tried to disown
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| And we will arise and claim our throne
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| We’re bidding farewell to the fear of unknown
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| And we will arise and claim our throne
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| Leading a life that you tried to disown
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| And we will arise and claim our throne
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| We’re bidding farewell to the fear of unknown
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| And we will arise and claim our throne |