| In the cold
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| in the distance
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| where the skies are lands reviving the existence
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| gone with the graves
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| uuuuh
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| the assassins of their supersonic maze
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| face the choir
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| of violent winds
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| let it turn your skin around just give yourself in
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| we`re part of this together
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| we`re coming alive
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| we breath in the zephyr
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| of infinite rides
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| far far far away
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| getting wider in your eyes
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| realized you are just an illusion
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| far far far away
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| nothing real but all inside
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| becomes your living pray
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| I’m facing with the fire fire face
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| its breaking out of me its wanting me to be
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| This fire fire face
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| like a lost side of me I’d never seen
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| fire fire face
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| keeping me alive the panic of the dice
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| fire fire face
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| turning into revolution in my mind
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| Your fire was burning, burning undercover
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| where I could feel alive and it was right and wild and free
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| Its not how you fake it but how it makes you real
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| it kills you or it makes you kill
|
| Face the choir
|
| of violent winds
|
| let it turn your skin around just give yourself in
|
| We`re part of this together
|
| we`re coming alive
|
| we breath in the zephyr
|
| of infinite rides
|
| far far far away
|
| getting wider in your eyes
|
| realized you are just an illusion
|
| far far far away
|
| nothing real but all inside
|
| becomes your living pray
|
| I’m facing with the fire fire face
|
| its breaking out of me its wanting me to be
|
| this fire fire face
|
| like a lost side of me I’d never seen
|
| fire fire face
|
| its keeping me alive the panic of the dice
|
| fire fire face
|
| turning into revolution in my mind
|
| The fire was burning, burning undercover
|
| where I could feel alive and it was right and wild and free
|
| Its not how you fake it but how it makes you real
|
| it kills you or it makes you kill
|
| Its not how you fake it but how it makes you real
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| it kills you or it makes you kill |