| The sound of secrets
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| And faith falling
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| Speared ammended
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| Uninvited driving game
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| It falls the bloodshed play
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| Stowaways can taunt the air
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| Their arms revolving in clockfaced stare
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| Fight the force so claimed against your farenheits
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| Your bills walked out with the strange surprise
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| Cold and fractured against your lies
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| Shattered hand britches are underhand
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| Destroying asylums on the sand
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| You want to be alive when it happens
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| Climb exits fly when the voices cry
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| A ruptured again for a dream any second
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| While little is known of the courage attacked
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| A ressurection under glass
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| They’re scared again the hours are ours in sight
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| A dream any second the watt against the night
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| A dream any second the watt against the night
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| You want to be alive when it happens
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| Climb exits fly when the voices cry
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| A ruptured again for a dream any second
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| For little is known of the courage attacked
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| A ressurection under glass
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| They’re scared again the hours are our in sight
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| A dream any second the watt against the night
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| A dream any second the watt against the night
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| You want to be alive when it happens
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| Climb exist fly when the voices cry
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| A ruptured again for a dream any second |