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Will you get there you go? |
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would you let the wind carry your name? |
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would there be blood on your hands? |
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would you dance in the ruins you where made? |
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when your world falls to pieces |
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would it be as you like? |
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will there still be what you ask for? |
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will there be things you pray for? |
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when your world falls to pieces |
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will it be what you really want? |
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write back. |
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what is ours? |
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will you get there you go? |
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when the pain remains as a bitter pill |
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will I taste as a victim to your lips? |
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please erase me for better or for worse |
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And its always insincere |
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and you live on broken share |
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will you belong to something new |
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And its always insincere |
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and youre living day by day waring that crown, since you fell from that cliff. |
