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Enemies adorned by childish innocence |
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Dictators rule |
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Granted words you offer |
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I urge to spread wings of decay |
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Bridges fall to split the nation |
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Walls enrise for better days to please |
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Draining ditch - water from my eyes |
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Retaliate |
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A veil of mystery I feel |
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Blindfold in obscurity |
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In the shade of a tree |
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I cannot remain here |
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My sweetest passion |
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My sweet, sweet revenge |
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My sweetest passion |
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My sweet retaliation |
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Hammering on my fragile ideals |
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In a cage of manic patience |
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Drawn into a growing chaos |
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My intentions seem to fall |
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My state of mind an inferno |
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This mind, which cannot comprehend |
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A torment to my conscience |
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My objectives lost in frozen shades |
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Engraved |
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The scars of time |
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Yet never healed |
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But still, the spark of hope does never rest |
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My sweetest passion |
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My sweet, sweet revenge |
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My sweetest passion |
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My sweet retaliation |
