| All have been forsaken
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| Who will stand up, fight for our tomorrow
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| I will take the hard stance
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| Still shining bright in this desolate black
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| All have been forsaken
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| So coalesce, league of the first born
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| I will take the hard stance
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| Still shining bright in this desolate black
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| Some thing is after me Search and destroy all the lives of the past
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| And of my generation
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| We are all the enemy so chose your battles well
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| Opposition will only betray us I rise above for the city of lost children
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| Valuable hearts are forgotten, torn, torn
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| If I back down for your fear of my conviction
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| Then we all lose not the battle, war, war
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| Embrace the one who will stand for us till the end
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| All are forsaken by the world
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| We though forgotten are not alone
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| League of the first born
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| Darkness surrounds will it swallow you
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| Or take his hand and we will rise to our feet
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| Who do you think is going down
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| When you stick the pistol to your face
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| And say its pointed at me So I will stand for all the broken ones
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| For all the cities, the lost children
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| Weight of the world is pressing down
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| But I will press back
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| I will press or martyr
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| Darkness, violence, bleeding, lost, fall
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| We are all
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| Still shining bright in this desolate black |