| What a shame we all became such fragile, broken things.
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| A memory remains just a tiny spark.
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| I give it all my oxygen,
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| To let the flames begin
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| To let the flames begin.
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| Oh, glory.
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| Oh, glory.
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| This is how we’ll dance when,
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| When they try to take us down.
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| This is what will be.
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| Oh, glory.
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| Somewhere weakness is our strength,
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| And I’ll die searching for it.
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| I can’t let myself regret such selfishness.
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| My pain and all the trouble caused,
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| No matter how long
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| I believe that there’s hope
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| Buried beneath it all and
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| Hiding beneath it all, and
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| Growing beneath it all, and…
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| This is how we’ll dance when,
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| When they try to take us down
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| This is how we’ll sing it.
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| This is how we’ll stand when
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| When they burn our houses down.
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| This is what will be.
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| Oh, glory.
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| Reaching as I sink down into light.
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| Reaching as I sink down into light.
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| This is how we dance when,
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| When they try to take us down
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| This is how we’ll sing it.
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| This is how we’ll stand when,
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| When they burn our houses down.
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| This is what will be.
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| Oh, glory. |