| I’m gonna give them what they want
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| Peel back and let lap the dogs at the fat
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| Yeah, for once (For once)
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| It’s time to step out in the sun
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| A decade in shadow
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| I’m shield shed and carving my own
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| I’m shield shed and carving my own
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| If I mean honesty, you say to judge me
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| It’s condemning one’s self to hypocrisy
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| Then, oh, what a defeat, the way your world beats
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| Spiders play the bane, flies spread the disease
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| I alone
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| Running back to the line we left
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| How could you leave?
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| I’ll fly my own crest
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| (Don't turn, we need you)
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| I alone in the scar-crossed armor
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| Running back to the life we left
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| How could you leave? |
| So far from over
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| I’ll fly my own crest
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| You want to know the real me? |
| You want to see me?
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| Then just know that when you turn your head
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| At my broken mess, be it judgement or jest
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| It’s the same damn thing, don’t you ever forget
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| Don’t you forget
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| I think it’s time that for once (For once)
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| It’s time you step up to the front
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| Take the rudder by the wheel, steer us into the sun
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| Yeah, for once (For once)
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| I can’t lead us through the storm
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| A decade of battle
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| I’m too strained to stand on my own
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| I’m too strained to stand on my own
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| I alone in the scar-crossed armor
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| Running back to the line we left
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| How could you leave? |
| So far from over?
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| I’ll fly my own crest
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| I alone in the scar-crossed armor
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| Running back to the life we left
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| I’d never leave, so far from over
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| I’ll fly my own crest
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| Don’t turn, they need you
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| A lifetime on the frontline
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| An honest banner in the divide
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| Never knowing why I’m always behind
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| Spiders play the bane, flies spread the disease
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| I alone in the scar-crossed armor
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| Running back to the line we left
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| How could you leave? |
| So far from over
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| Go fly your own crest
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| I alone in the scar-crossed armor
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| Running back to the life we left
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| I’d never leave, so far from over
|
| I’ll fly my own crest
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| You want to know the real me? |
| You want to see me?
|
| Then just know that when you turn your head
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| At my broken mess, be it judgement or jest
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| It’s the same damn thing, don’t you ever forget
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| 'Cause I mean honestly, you say to judge me
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| It’s condemning one’s self to hypocrisy
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| Then, oh, what a defeat, the way your world beats
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| Spiders play the bane, flies spread the disease |