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Misplaced |
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Given chances you won't take |
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Shy away from the heart ache |
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Just a means to an end |
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Your quick fix |
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In the ring of the conflict |
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With nothing to work with |
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And nothing in mind |
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And then We'll rise |
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With fire in our eyes |
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And take you by surprise |
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Make up, decieve a voice to recieve |
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A light that never leaves |
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Slow right down |
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Lost love |
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With little to speak of |
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These feelings of bad blood |
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Must go quickly away |
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Your loose ends |
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Realising your true friends |
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In a war that no one wins |
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Let the sleeping dogs lie |
