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We're a ship without a storm |
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The cold without the warm |
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Light inside the darkness that it needs, yeah |
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We're a laugh without a tear |
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The hope without the fear |
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We are coming home |
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We're off to the witch |
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We may never never never come home |
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But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime |
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We're all born upon the cross |
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With the throw before the toss |
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You can release yourself but the only way is down |
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We don't come alone |
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We are fire, we are stone |
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We're the hand that writes then quickly moves away |
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We'll know for the first time |
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If we're evil or divine |
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We're the last in line, yeah |
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We're the last in line |
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Two eyes from the east |
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It's the angel or the beast |
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And the answer lies between the good and bad |
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We search for the truth |
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We could die upon the tooth |
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But the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain |
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We'll know for the first time |
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If we're evil or divine |
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We're the last in line, yeah |
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We're the last in line, oh |
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Yeah |
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We're off to the witch |
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We may never never never come home |
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But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime |
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We're all born upon the cross |
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You know we're the throw before the toss |
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You can release yourself but the only way you go is down |
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We'll know for the first time |
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If we're evil or divine |
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We're the last in line, oh |
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We're the last in line |
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See how we shine |
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We're the last in, we're the last in |
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We're the last in, we're the last in |
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We're the last in, we're the last in line, oh |
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We're a ship without a storm |
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We're the cold inside the warm |
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We're a laugh without a tear |
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We're the flour without the [Incomprehensible] |
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We're the last in line |
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We're the last in line |
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We're the last in line |
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See how we shine |
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We're the last in line |
