We¡¯re on the city streets, dead of night
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A mind to quote through the dark
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Blow the thing that surround the street lights
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Casting shadows on the walls
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Stopping this spell and run for days into the air
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We walk the past streets, we¡¯re all alive
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Our minds are set to survive
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They take me high, and I¡¯m in lines
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But we don¡¯t stand to be confined
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By the power of the members of the highest in our chain
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We¡¯ll both throw
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One night on the run
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When chairs will bring you home
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One night in the city
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When chairs will bring you home
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I¡¯m on the path pace and the city rats
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We¡¯re gonna break away, we are the warriors
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We are the old crops through the bang
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Growing up from underground
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There¡¯s a cold, winter¡¯s sweeping in
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That¡¯s when winter final run
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Then the tide shifts from the wind that does our things
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But we groan to you
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One night on the run
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When chairs will bring you home
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One night in the city
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When chairs will bring you home
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I¡¯m on the path pace and the city rats
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We¡¯re gonna break away, we are the warriors
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We are the warriors
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Warriors
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