WE ARE THE BELOVED SONS
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BUT WE SHINE LIKE DEAD SUNS
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GIVE US TOO MUCH ROPE
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AND WE FUCK IT UP
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THE WORLD KEEPS DIVING
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AND WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK
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'CAUSE WE CAN CHOOSE
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STRAIGHT FROM HATE TO LOVE
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AND TRY TO LOOK AT YOURSELF
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WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
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A SUPERSTAR???
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WHO IS TRYING TO ESCAPE
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BUT FROM WHOM... YOUR OWN TOMB?
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IF THE PAIN, AND THE SIN, AND THE CHILLY WIND STING,
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AND THE SOUL, AND THE HOPE, AND WORLD'S TO COLD,
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CHOOSE...
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IF THE MOOD, AND THE FRUIT AND LIFE'S MUTE,
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AND THE LOVE, AND THE SUN, AND THE BLOOD IN THE VEINS ARE GONE
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CHOOSE CATHARSIS
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OR BREATH THE AIR
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AND TRY TO TAKE CARE
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DON'T SET YOUR CONTROL ON FIRE
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THEN LIFE WILL FEEL A BIT LIGHTER
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AND YOU'LL SOON BE A BIT BRIGHTER
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AND A BILLION TIMES TALLER...
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AND A MILLION TIMES SMALLER...
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Catharsis
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Aurora |