we greet each day with bloodshot eyes
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the dirt of our labour still clingin' to our hands
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filled with our warped intentions
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the tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands
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the sun laughs in all our faces
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it shows a world that we can't save
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so now, armed with blades in hand
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we cut a path from birth to grave
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we don't know where we're going
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but we know that we're getting there
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no rest for the blessed
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long life for the wicked
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we don't think like you think
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and we move like no one moves
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with a song on our lips, across the land
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born to traverse
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we don't think like you think
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and we move like no one moves
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with a song on our lips, across the land
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born to traverse
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we don't know where we're going
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but we know that we're getting there
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no rest for the blessed
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long life for the wicked
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like a car crash
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like a landmine
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like mixing drugs, we are dangerous
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like a snake's tooth
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like thin ice
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like mixing blood, we are dangerous
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no rest for the blessed
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long life for the wicked
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No Rest
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Alexisonfire |