| The sharp sound of blades
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| The deep wounds of hate
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| My fingers tap on the wall
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| The silent mess of your thoughts
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| How long can it take?
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| How long before we break
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| The fragile truce that will bring
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| This bleeding love to the dawn?
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| Like enemies looking for an alibi…
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| The sharp sound of blades !
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| How long can it take?
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| Like enemies looking for an alibi…
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| set your soul from where we once began!
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| Like enemies looking for an alibi…
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| set your soul from where we once began!
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| where we once began!
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| Just words of porcelain all crashing in the air
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| and if you thought it was gold
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| It’s nothing more than a stone
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| How long can it take?
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| How long before we break
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| The fragile truce that will bring
|
| This bleeding love to the dawn?
|
| Like enemies looking for an alibi…
|
| The sharp sound of blades !
|
| How long can it take?
|
| Like enemies looking for an alibi…
|
| set your soul from where we once began!
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| Like enemies looking for an alibi…
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| set your soul from where we once began!
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| where we once began!
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| Echoes and memories
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| Enemy armies are ready
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| just set your soul from where we once began!
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| Here is the future…
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| When we decide to give up
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| Just set your soul from where we once began!
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| How long can it take?
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| The deep wound of hate
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| Are you always looking for an alibi?
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| Are you still looking for an alibi? |