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Let's take back what's ours. |
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Stabbed in the back, |
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True to the grave. |
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Take my hand in yours. |
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Bleeding hearts, we're not alone. |
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Stabbed in the back. |
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True to the grave. |
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Such hollow shells. |
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A ghost of what was real. |
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Such hollow shells. |
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A ghost of what was real. |
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Let's take back what's ours. |
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Stabbed in the back. |
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True to the grave. |
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Take my hand in yours. |
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Bleeding hearts, we're not alone. |
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Stabbed in the back. |
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True to the grave. |
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Such hollow shells. |
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A ghost of what was real. |
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Such hollow shells. |
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A ghost of what was real. |
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It just recycles itself, |
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Terror breeds terror. (x3) |
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Meaning is lost for all who care. (x2) |