| This is a celebration
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| Of the ones who lost
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| Their chance to die
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| Will you believe the masses
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| Or will you overcome?
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| We are the sons of the fallen nation
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| We hold the keys to our demise
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| And grace will kiss your head
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| As you fall asleep
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| I"m so tired of always letting you down
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| Still you offer to turn it around
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| I just can"t seem to get my feet on the ground
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| Still you offer to turn it around
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| This is your one destraction
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| Weakening your ability to grow
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| So you"ll push yourself further away
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| Eyes of zeros, of nothing
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| Still you throw it all away
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| And you"ll push yourself further and further away
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| I"m so sick of the desire
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| To throw it away
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| And I feel so expired
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| So I"ll bury my head and dissolve
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| I"m so tired of always letting you down
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| Still you offer to turn it around
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| I just can"t seem to get my feet on the ground
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| Still you offer to turn it around
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| Sever the head of a snake
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| Lie there and wait for distraction
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| Sever the head of a snake
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| Lie there and wait for the pain to sink in
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| I"m so tired of always letting you down
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| Still you offer to turn it around
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| I just can"t seem to get my feet on the g round
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| Still you offer to turn it around
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| Sever the head of a snake |