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Battle of the |
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Gods- Tristen |
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I keep hoping you will find some love inside the deep dark woodwhere mysteries cast as shadow |
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I keep hoping you will find some love inside the big white sprinklesthat the blue waves cave into the ocean |
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Where the mind and the heart are the only competition |
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And the anthem is raging for the calm |
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There is no peace at last |
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When no answer can be cast |
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To the age old battle of the |
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GodsI keep hoping you will find some love inside the desert storm |
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Where the sprinkles dusty up your vision |
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I keep hoping you will find some love inside the deep dark jungle |
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Where the leaves keep blocking out the sun |
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Where the mind and the heart are the only competition |
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And the anthem is raging for the calm |
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There is no peace at last |
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When no answer can be cast |
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To the age old battle of the |
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GodsI keep hoping you will find me long beyond the dark grey woods |
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Where they once burned the witches at the stake * |
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Hey*I keep hoping you will find me, love me, in the dark grey woods |
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Where they once burned the witches at the stake * |
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Hey*Where the mind and the heart are the only competition |
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And the anthem is raging for the calm |
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There is no peace at last |
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When no answer can be cast |
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To the age old battle of the |
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GodsTo the age old battle of the |
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GodsTo the age old battle of the |
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Gods. |
