And there it is, as pure as snow
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I couldn't see it for my head was too low
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And prying eyes, they stoop too low
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Poisoning my soul, as sanity waits in the gallows
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Defeated I, fighting for a lost cause
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Depleted I, dying for the wrong cause
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These are the hours on the range
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The more you show them
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The more they choose to take away
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Some things never change in the wings
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And as it's your war,
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There'll be no escape at all
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Fighting For A Lost Cause
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| Antimatter |
