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Blood red and broken by the crowd |
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Don't let the shield that may come |
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Twisted and tangled in this |
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Web of tricks you spun for me |
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No idle prayers |
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Burn innocence |
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We don't look back |
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And we don't look down |
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My favorite tribe |
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My sweetest friend |
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Bury that hatch |
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And keep walking |
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I'd rent myself for nothing |
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Believing you could lie so well |
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I'd never dreamed we'd come this |
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Far to leave it all behind |
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No idle prayers |
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Burn innocence |
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We don't look back |
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And we don't look down |
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My favorite tribe |
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My sweetest friend |
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Bury that hatch |
|
And keep walking |
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Don't look backwards |
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Don't look backwards |
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Don't look backwards |
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Don't look backwards |
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Don't look backwards |
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Don't look backwards |
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What's wrong with funk? |
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What's wrong with funk? |
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What's wrong with funk? |
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What's wrong with funk? |
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No idle prayers |
|
Burn innocence |
|
We don't look back |
|
And we don't look down |
|
My favorite tribe |
|
My sweetest friend |
|
Bury that hatch |
|
And keep walking |
|
No idle prayers |
|
Burn innocence |
|
We don't look back |
|
And we don't look down |
|
My favorite tribe |
|
My sweetest friend |
|
Bury that hatch |
|
And keep walking |
