| Did anyone know their names?
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| No oh!
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| They took a leap of faith and landed
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| Underneath the flames.
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| That’s where the learning begins.
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| Giving and taking,
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| But do we ever know?
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| Brain stops, the heart keeps beating.
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| Where does the feeling go?
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| Where does the feeling go?
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| Like a moth burned twice, carried far away.
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| Keeps coming back because it’s drawn to the flames.
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| That’s where the story begins.
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| Living and dying to never question why.
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| Silence beats the wings.
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| Still we feel we need to try.
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| Hearing… without a sound.
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| Screaming… without a voice.
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| We have, we have, we have no choice.
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| Because we’re drawn to the flames.
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| Underneath the flames.
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| Underneath the flames.
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| Underneath the flames (we will follow blindly).
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| Underneath the flames.
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| Underneath the flames.
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| Underneath the flames (we will follow).
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| Did anyone know their names?
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| No!
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| Did they know their names?
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| No!
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| Did they know their names?
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| No!
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| Did they know their names?
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| No!
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| Underneath the flames.
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| Underneath the flames.
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| Underneath the flames (we will follow blindly).
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| Underneath the flames.
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| Underneath the flames.
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| Underneath the flames (we will follow). |