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Alone at last, we can sit and fight* |
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And I've lost all faith in this blurring light, |
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But stay right here we can change our plight. |
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We're storming through this despite what's right. |
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One final fight, for this tonight. |
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Woah... |
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With knives and pens we made our plight. |
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Lay your heart down the ends in sight. |
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Conscience begs for you to do what's right. |
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Everyday it's still the same dull knife, |
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Stab it through and justify your pride. |
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One final fight, for this tonight. |
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Woah... |
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With knives and pens we made our plight. |
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Woah... |
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And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on. |
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We tried our best, turn out the light, |
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Turn out the light. |
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One final fight, for this tonight. |
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Woah... |
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With knives and pens we made our plight. |
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Woah... |
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And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on. |
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We tried our best, turn out the light, |
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Turn out the light. |
