Born of dust and stone
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Dead hearts roaming a dying home
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Fight leaves us all
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White cloths upon the shores of time
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We are but sparks in a darkened world, and yet some things were born to
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Burn
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The name long in your eye
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Lays on my cold hard knee
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If you bring the matches
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I'll bring the gasoline
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I'm the same bad news as you
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Your're the same kind of fucked as me
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I'm the same bad news as you
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You're the same
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You're the same as me
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Sparks
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| Parkway Drive |
