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Warmer in the cold one more moment left to hold |
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Kneeling in the snow vaguest feeling where to go |
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Naked as the past stripped apart and built to last |
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Hell up to the sky these are things that never die |
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Frozen on the page dripping with a silent rage |
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Born into the night poison gift giving sight |
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Turning all around though the walls and through the sound |
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Hell up to the sky these are things that never die |
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Cast away to lie among the living paradigm |
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Broken little wing holding every hidden thing |
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Playing every part nailed upon a wooden heart |
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Hell up to the sky these are things that never die |
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Choices have been made sharpening into a blade |
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Voices rise and fall answering in line the call |
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All the signs are clear Severin the time is near |
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Hell up to the sky these are things that never die |
