| The ashes of an angels wings
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| Blown across your pathway
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| Were tied down to the path of others
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| Face yourself in the mirror
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| Now.s the time left in eternity
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| You’ll pay your dues on judgement day,
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| To mutineers with heads held high
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| For the others, glasses raised
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| High in wakes of life
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| Wait, wait for the end;
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| Here it matters when you’re alone.
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| Echoes of memories will always return
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| To those who believe in star crossed lines
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| Now we await that day.
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| Walk the line when you’ve got one chance to stay alive
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| Weak prevail this time were gods, its clear were gods
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| No fucking memories of the battle,
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| A thousand lights
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| Will this ever change now?
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| Burn out, these weeks end dead
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| WE HAVE THE TIME |