| I found fountains of imagery that are passing
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| Through me like a knife
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| From a group of friends that prefer to attack from the back
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| I’m trying to grasp concepts of your dimensions
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| While my universe is laced around your wrist
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| I am the bracelet you sport
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| I am everything that you have ever missed, and more
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| I was hoping I could tell you this with two feet on the ground
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| But I don’t think I can talk, because I’m not very stable right now
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| In this dream that I had…
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| «You can’t kill heroes"-that's what we said to them
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| «You can’t kill us»
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| With our instruments broken before us
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| And the boys in the line they begin to count to five
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| And the trigger pulls
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| The bullets pepper the brick wall behind our heads
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| And the smoke, it fills the air
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| The captain yells to cease fire
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| And the squad begins to wait and stare
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| As the dust clears the air, but we’re still standing
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| With smiles on both our faces
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| We spit their faulty ammo to the ground
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| And remind them once again
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| With smiles on both our faces
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| We spit their faulty ammo to the ground
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| And remind them once again that you can’t kill heroes
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| I was hoping I could tell you this with two feet on the ground
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| But I don’t think I can talk, because I’m not very stable right now
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| No, I’m not very stable right now
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| No, I’m not very stable right now |