| All the bridges that I burned lit the way
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| Behind behind someone is yelling loudly
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| This sacrifice is needed by a cruel god
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| Pulse, countdown
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| It's in the field, in the forest, don't call
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| This is a loud rustle in the front
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| Who will not forget the first love
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| Doesn't recognize the last
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| If your shadow is beautiful
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| What are you yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself
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| I light up and go out
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| To the evil of heaven, myself, myself, myself
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| If your shadow is beautiful
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| What are you yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself
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| I light up and go out
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| To the evil of heaven, myself, myself, myself
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| The boards hiss and glow ominously
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| Boiling water can scald you
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| Memory keeps terrible things
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| Mostly memory scars
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| This truth burns and becomes gossip
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| Among the thousands of fires there are no trees and herbs
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| You will live every day, every day as the last
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| And one day you'll be right
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| If your shadow is beautiful
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| What are you yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself
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| I light up and go out
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| To the evil of heaven, myself, myself, myself
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| If your shadow is beautiful
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| What are you yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself
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| I light up and go out
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| To the evil of heaven, myself, myself, myself
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| If your shadow is beautiful
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| What are you yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself
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| I light up and go out
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| To the evil of heaven, myself, myself, myself
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| If your shadow is beautiful
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| What are you yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself
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| I light up and go out
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| To the evil of heaven, myself, myself, myself |