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There's a part of me that's waging war with what my ears are hearing. |
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The sword I've forged from molten heart, still crimson red and searing. |
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This fight wont last, I'm losing fast, can't hold this back for long. |
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What peace was left is memory, is gone. |
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There's no peace left, it's memory, it's gone. |
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This is my battle cry. And this battle cry, I'm screaming out for you, |
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My passion shattering this deadly blade of truth. |
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And this lullaby I'm dreaming up is due. |
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Nothing else will ease the pain that this will put me through. |
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I'm sleeping and dreaming about blue skies until I die. |
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I'm sleeping and dreaming and wasting away. |
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Lets take the truth, lets face the facts. |
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We're at a loss for life, can't change the past. |
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But the past is wrong and over time we will repeat ourselves and fall behind. |
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Blue skies until I die. You're screaming, I'm not hearing. |
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I'll pretend you're not bleeding. |
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You're sleeping, not breathing and I'm leaving, this is the end. |
