| Hold onto me, dreams shift into sub categories and die…
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| Could it be a lie if I said I need this?
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| A fire in your soul with smoke in your eyes!
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| Hard as nails and tears of cyanide
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| I swear that it wasn’t me, loading guns to the sound of your heartbeat
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| I swear that it wasn’t me, 10−4 lock and load, here we go!
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| I swear that it wasn’t me, loading guns to the sound of your heartbeat
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| I swear that it wasn’t me, that started this all!
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| I’m evolving now!
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| No we don’t have much time!
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| (But I’ll stay and fight)
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| I know you’re tired…(I know you’re tired)
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| We may not make it back alive!
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| My eyes are glazed. |
| My heart is fading
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| Hold onto me with the fireworks cutting through the sky…
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| While we learn to adapt to the status of killers…
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| Gain our 3rd eyes…
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| To survive, we wedlock our armor…
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| It’s grafted into skin. |
| We are our own tourniquet
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| I swear that it wasn’t me, loading guns to the sound of your heartbeat
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| I swear that it wasn’t me, 10−4 lock and load, here we go!
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| I swear that it wasn’t me, loading guns to the sound of your heartbeat
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| I swear that it wasn’t me, that started this all!
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| I’m evolving now!
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| No we don’t have much time!
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| (But I’ll stay and fight)
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| I know you’re tired…(I know you’re tired)
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| We may not make it back alive!
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| My eyes are glazed. |
| My heart is fading
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| My heart is fading. |
| Fading… Fading…
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| My heart is fading…
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| No we don’t have much time!
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| (But I’ll stay and fight)
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| I know you’re tired…(I know you’re tired)
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| We may not make it back alive!
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| My eyes are glazed. |
| My heart is fading
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| My heart is FADING…
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| In a pile of strychnine… |