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See your teeth are robed in crimson |
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From your biting back this pain |
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And if I had the strength for smiling |
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You'd see that my pain looks the same |
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And I must walk these roads to freedom |
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Cause I can hear them call my name |
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In due time I shall return |
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My first word will be your name |
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Then I will have the strength for smiling |
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You will see that crimson stain |
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Turn your passion into patience |
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There is bound to be great pain |
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And I must walk these roads to freedom |
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Cause I can hear them call my name |
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If you can shoulder patience burden |
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In due time I'll wear your name |
