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Your eyes flash bright |
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But no longer have fire |
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Everywhere you turn |
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This world is your shadow |
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With a pretty face |
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You burn so many eyes |
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This is the movement of fear |
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Weird pop, you can't control |
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A smashing guy, a sack of gold |
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Teach me to be happy |
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Teach me control |
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This is the movement of fear |
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This is the movement of fear |
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Loved the stare that never cracked |
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Loved the doors, they were never locked |
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Loved the fools at your fingertips |
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This is the movement of fear |
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This is the movement of fear |
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This is the movement of fear |
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This is the movement of fear |
