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In some gone story of old |
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My pulse is racing |
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On boarders towers in flames |
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My pulse is racing while |
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New winds blow taste like the cold |
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Blinded by the sun |
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Facing the wall |
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Look at the skies up |
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Through her eyes |
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Can't tell what he's thinking of |
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And put a pause to her smile |
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Hand on flower dropped at |
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Burial ground |
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Hardened by church and law |
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The spell that binds us all |
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She's full of it all |
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Somewhere, somewhere |
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Out of reach of consolation |
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Heard the echo of |
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Never ending war |
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Won't cut the weekend short |
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Freedom won't answer your call |
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Hardened by church and law |
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The spell that binds us all |
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She's full of it all |
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Somewhere, somewhere |
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Out of reach of consolation |
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Heard the echo of |
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Never ending war |
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Won't cut the weekend short |
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Freedom won't answer your call |
