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We are tattered men. |
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Nothing but mirrors of the walls we've built. |
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I've built a high gate and I've invited destruction. |
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Bruised and broken by my self-righteousness. |
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I can't go without letting my self down. x2 |
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We, we cannot win alone. |
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We're coming up dry, our necks flush. |
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We've been staring at our crowns. |
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We've abandoned something up above, something up above. |
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I am nothing without the men who walked before me. |
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I'm broken by my own pride, my self-hate. |
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Bring a plague to my pride. |
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Let me know: I am nothing. |
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Oh, there are no arms as big as Yours. x2 |
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Let us unite in the fact we are nothing. |
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Let us float into the dusk, united, united. |
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We are, we're gonna let it shine. |
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Let us shine. |
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We're gonna let it shine. |
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Let us shine. |
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Let me shine. |
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Let us shine. |
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We will shine. |
