the guests have gone
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our hearts have beaten with the last song sung tonight
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resilience coursing* in our veins
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we're picking up the pieces as we watch them fall
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like a cannonball
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we watch you fall
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[x6]
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bury me deep in this mausoleum
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bury me to my neck so i can't feel my limbs
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we're not going to make it
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not this time
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when you say that could you look me in the eye
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let's paint this town in a sheet of red
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and burn like passion in our hands
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[x3]
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we'll burn with passion
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we'll burn with passion
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we'll burn
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come on baby!
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and just let it go
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[*Note: in the cd cover, it reads
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"resilience RUNNING in our veins",
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but you can clearly hear "coursing" in the song]
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Bite The Bullet
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| Burden Of A Day |
