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Passion that shouts and red with anger |
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I lost myself |
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Through alleys of mysteries |
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I went up and down like a demented train |
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Don't take it personal |
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I choose my own fate |
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I follow love |
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I follow hate. |
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Searching for something that makes makes hearts move |
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I found myself. |
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But my best possession walked into the shade and threatened to drift away. |
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Don't take it personal |
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I choose my own fate |
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I follow love |
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I follow hate. |
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Full of myself |
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I left you behind as if |
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I could, possessed by |
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Quixote's dream went to fight dragons in the land of concrete. |
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Don't take it personal |
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I choose my own fate |
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I follow love |
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I follow hate. |
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Rolling in pain discovered what hurts and tasted hell infatuated by madness |
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I danced in flames and drunk in the depth of love. |