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. |
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There are shades I have yet to define, |
| [00:24.47] |
When all I seem to do is climb, |
| [00:32.65] |
To better understand, |
| [00:36.59] |
The life that's in my hands, |
| [00:40.47] |
And what I seek to find in this world |
| [00:48.54] |
. |
| [00:52.42] |
On these darkened roads, |
| [00:56.86] |
Where blood runs cold, |
| [01:00.86] |
They clipped my wings and I'm going down |
| [01:08.23] |
. |
| [01:09.55] |
We let this world get the better of us, |
| [01:13.35] |
Possessions state who we can and can not trust, |
| [01:17.65] |
But did we ever stop to ask who we are? |
| [01:25.66] |
Some live life by age old rules, |
| [01:29.34] |
Sent forth from a king and kept alive by a fool, |
| [01:33.03] |
But they'll never understand, |
| [01:37.22] |
What it means to raise your hand |
| [01:42.34] |
It's time to readdress your rights, |
| [01:47.07] |
It's time to fight... |
| [01:48.94] |
. |
| [01:49.20] |
On these darkened roads, |
| [01:53.45] |
Where blood runs cold, |
| [01:57.32] |
They clipped my wings and I'm going down |
| [02:06.01] |
For the life we have in our beating hearts, |
| [02:13.25] |
|
| [02:17.27] |
Is all that we have left |
| [02:21.53] |
. |
| [02:37.68] |
Faces and memories, |
| [02:45.22] |
Are the only real things, |
| [02:49.22] |
And they are worth this struggle |
| [02:55.34] |
. |
| [03:11.16] |
Our lives are one single chance to make things right, |
| [03:18.03] |
This time, no turning back I'm taking flight |
| [03:25.59] |
. |
| [03:25.85] |
On these darkened roads, |
| [03:29.66] |
Where blood runs cold, |
| [03:33.91] |
They clipped my wings and I'm going down |
| [03:42.72] |
For the life we have in our beating hearts, |
| [03:53.72] |
Is all that we have left |
