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The first of new breed. |
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Make me a beast. Make me a slave. |
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Give me chains in a world that I can't control. |
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We fight among ourselves. Cowering beneath the whip. |
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No longer will we be. |
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No more will we be their weapons of war. |
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No rest for the dogs. |
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We are not the weapons of war. |
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This is a milestone. This is the death of my love. |
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Make me believe again. Make me believe I'm enough. |
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This is my birth again. This is the end of your way. |
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This is when night turns to day. |
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We suffer! |
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Uproot the shackles! Make way! Make Way! |
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Rebel! Rebel! Rebel! Take back control! |
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We will be born again. There will be a new life waiting. |
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I am reborn with the taste of freedom. |
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Be reborn and embrace freedom. |
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This is a milestone. This is the death of my love. |
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Make me believe again. Make me believe I'm enough. |
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This is my birth again. This is the end of your way. |
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This is when night turns to day. |
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Because the glory of one's past cannot excuse a present guilt. |
