Brave the winter weather's storm,
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As you trudge toward, your perpetual ending.
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Shout and shiver, along side
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The "too far gones" and the "never weres."
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Fighting the war within has never felt so good.
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Clawing and kicking for anything.
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Fighting the war within has never felt this sweet.
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Reaching and grabbing for anyone.
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I can be the one to lead a revolution.
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Like pigs to the slaughter, you drop dead,
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In a pool of your own filth.
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Forever faithful to the idea that someday,
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Sometime, you will have your kill.
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Frustration sets in and down you go.
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But it's a good thing that some dreams never die.
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We can be the ones to lead a revolution.
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It's a good thing some dreams never die.
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Dreams don't die.
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Militia men march for the love of our sound.
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Stamp sincerely to the heart in our song.
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(I will start a revolution! )
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Revolutionary (Bang The Drum)
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| The Ghost Inside |
