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This struggle could be over now |
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this time, the time has changed us |
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our silence is deafening. |
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Nothing can make this better |
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Our answers seldom come |
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There is death in words we say. |
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Sound the alarm |
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What we have built is gone |
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Our battle has just begun |
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Mayday! Mayday! |
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Bring the tears from out of your eyes |
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Just leave it up to me |
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Hearts of stone to bring out the cold |
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It cuts the warmth |
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It could've been easier |
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Now our bitter words revealed. |
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Nothing can make this better |
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Our answers seldom come |
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There is death in words we say |
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I'm so sick of you and love. |
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Sound the alarm |
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What we have built is gone |
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Our battle has just begun |
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Mayday! Mayday! |
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Mayday! Mayday! |
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Mayday! Mayday! |
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Mayday! Mayday! |
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Mayday! Mayday! |