| You’re the only one amused by your inconsequential views
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| You’d have to strike me so much harder to even leave a bruise
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| Silence all the bitter and the used
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| Their never-ending stream of abuse
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| Comes in the form of a critical exchange
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| When you say «How does it feel to be damned?»
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| We are defenders of the broken life we’ve chosen
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| And there’s no one else to blame
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| We are defenders of loss, the only ones we cross
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| Dig down and find the strength today
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| You resent me like a bastard son
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| With some crooked aim to destroy
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| Transparent, as your hollow praise
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| We are defenders of the broken life we’ve chosen
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| And there’s no one else to blame
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| We are defenders of loss, the only ones we cross
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| Dig down and find the strength today
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| We are defenders of the broken life we’ve chosen
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| And there’s no one else to blame
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| We are defenders of loss, the only ones we cross
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| Dig down and find the strength today
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| The strength to say
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| «We are defenders of the broken life»
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| You’re the only one amused by your inconsequential views
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| You’d have to strike me so much harder to even leave a bruise
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| We are defenders of the broken life we’ve chosen
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| And there’s no one else to blame
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| We are defenders of loss, the only ones we cross
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| Dig down and find the strength today
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| We are defenders of the broken life we’ve chosen
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| And there’s no one else to blame
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| We are defenders of loss, the only ones we cross
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| Dig down and find the strength today
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| Bury all of your envy away
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| Damned are the souls of those who shame what I have made |