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No contemplation, no need, no cause |
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It's our distinction, it's in our flaws |
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Not in presentation, it's in our hearts |
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We don't fit in, we're unwanted parts |
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It's called recognition |
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Living or dying |
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We'll sing it, we'll sing it all |
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We'll sing the anthem for the lost souls |
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Dissemination, roll call, hands shown |
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We'll gain momentum, our numbers grown |
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Without resignation, we choose our own |
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This is our path, no grave, no home |
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It's called recognition |
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Living or dying |
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We'll sing it, we'll sing it all |
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We'll sing the anthem for the lost souls |
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Wreck your life, some good friends once told me |
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Each breath, each minute |
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We try our best to live this way |
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Yeah, we don't reap, we don't sow, yeah |
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We're writing bangers for the death bros |
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We'll sing it, we'll sing it all |
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We'll sing the anthem for the lost souls |
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We'll sing it, we'll sing it all |
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We'll sing the anthem for the death bros |
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I'll make this statement here |
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These are my undead brothers |
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These are my dearest friends |
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We don't need your palace to weather this storm |
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We just fuel this fire so we can all stay warm |
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We'll sing it, we'll sing it all |
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We'll sing the anthem for the lost souls |
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We'll sing it, we'll sing it all |
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We'll sing the anthem for the death bros |