| Evening
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| Coming through the crowd
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| I hold my head high
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| Straining
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| out here dissonance surrounds
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| I hold my head high
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| I see the wings behing your back
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| Out here
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| Dissonance surrounds
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| I hold my head high
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| I see the wings behind your back
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| Burned all the maps to reach you
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| Watching distant lands
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| I saw danger
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| and then I felt the pressure
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| Downfall
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| This is our time
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| The setting sun over all I ever had
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| So when did you come to think
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| That you would tell me that I have no one
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| and when do you think that you
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| Will give back the things that you owe me |