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Tied to this post, without foresight, of what's to come |
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The lamb he sings, the song of the martyr |
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He is the chosen one |
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The one to help us fail. |
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The one to make us grow |
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The torch is passed on. |
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We are the lamb |
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The torch is passed on. |
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We are the lamb |
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And who have we become now? |
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A life longed to be lived? |
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Our fierce love, destined to destruct |
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By our own selfish hands. |
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The one to help us fail |
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As blood runs cold |
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The torch is passed on, |
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We are the lamb |
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The torch is passed on, |
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We are the lamb |
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We have so much to gain, |
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But our hearts won't let us learn |
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Blinded by the pain of loss |
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And who have we become now? |
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We are the lamb |
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The torch is passed on, |
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We are the lamb |
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The torch is passed on, |
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We are the lamb |
