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As an axe for the hangman. |
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As the hammer for justice. |
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Looking for something healer, |
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I found the way I was searching. |
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Trying to get back what is mine, |
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Purity and hope will be one again. |
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Through my hand i could make it. |
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Here I am and know that |
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I have tasted it so now i can tell, |
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As a wise man said, |
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It's a dish best served cold. |
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I didn't let my spirit falls. |
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I will be what i have to. |
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From the dark i can see the light, |
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Otherwise I would be like you. |
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Don't try to make me as you are, |
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You don't even have a heart for yourself. |
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Through my hand i could make it. |
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Here I am and know that |
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I have tasted it so now i can tell, |
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As a wise man said, |
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It's a dish best served cold. |
