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Drink it away |
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Medicate |
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A catalyst for it to operate |
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Sons of the fallen |
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Seed of the flies |
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The raven is calling |
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The south, it will rise |
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Crawling from darkness |
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Makes way to the surface |
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Feeding my weakness |
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Tells me I am powerless |
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Smoke it away |
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Medicate |
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A catalyst for it to operate |
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Sons of the fallen |
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Seed of the flies |
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The raven is calling |
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The south, it will rise |
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It's hand clutches ruin |
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It's grip laced with pain |
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Day in and day out |
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It's more of the same |
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The sins of the father |
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Bruise the back of the sons |
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No relief from the slaughter |
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I'm (you're) not the only one |
