| Angel bones and heroines
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| We staged a fight that no one wins
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| We built a tower just to watch it crumble down
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| So we set the fields on fire just to watch them burn
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| Still we yearn to believe what the Night could never dream
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| Tell me now if its true — nothing is what it seems
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| Still we long to be…
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| Chromatic words that pierce through skin
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| Like bayonets pointed at our chins
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| We stood our ground refused to bow before the odds
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| So we set the fields on fire just to watch them burn
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| Still we yearn to believe what the Night could never dream
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| Tell me now if its true — nothing is what it seems
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| Still we long to be…
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| All we long for is all we are |