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Are we bursting from the ashes? |
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All things yearning for the push? |
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Can you hear the ever groaning? |
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Shedding hours we have become? |
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We are rising suns |
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We are rising suns |
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What things will linger? |
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Only in memory |
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Clocks tick, hands don't move |
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What tongues can whisper of coming remedy? |
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We are the rising suns |
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What tongues can whispher of coming remedy? |
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We are the rising suns |
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Are we bursting from the ashes? |
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All things yearning for the push? |
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Can you hear the ever groaning? |
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Shedding hours we have become? |
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We are rising suns |
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What things will linger? |
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Held by the memory |
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Clocks tick, hands removed |
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What lungs can hold it? |
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Push out the melody |
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We are the rising suns |
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Are we bursting from the ashes? |
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All things yearning for the push? |
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Can you hear the ever groaning? |
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Shedding hours we have become? |
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We are rising suns |
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We are rising suns |
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We are rising suns |
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We are rising suns |
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We are rising suns |
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We are rising suns |
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We are rising suns |
