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Twilight army, |
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Coming home. |
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Armor made of stone. |
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He who recollects, forgive us. |
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He who recollects, forgive us. |
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On the way down, we understand what it means to break down. |
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On the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late. |
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It's the same. |
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All lines you all used to know, |
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It's the same. |
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All lines you all used to know. |
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Trembling with no limbs, crow skin; a perpetual startled breed. |
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The ache, no one to fight |
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The writing was still traced and shy and never really aimed to show you. |
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We understand what it means to break down. |
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On the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late. |
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All lines you all used to know, |
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It's the same. |
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All lines you all used to know. |
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Still watching you rolling on what's good for |
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Mistaken but you were always once before you know. |
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We understand what it means to break down. |
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And on the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late. |
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It's the same. |
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All lines you all used to know, |
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It's the same. |
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All lines you all used to know. |
