Broken notions of friends and the way times used to be
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We wanted more, but then he¡¯s felt it all before
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All the angers of life, the piss righteous of men
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The tables turned, and now we pace to watch you burn
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Wait for the energy
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Wait for one...
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The fame of all the years surrounds you...
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So sway upon the surface...take it all away.
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The fate of all the years surrounds you...
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So sway upon the surface...
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Lonely questions of life, and the way it ought to be
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You wanted more, swearing your life and now its born.
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Painted fists, shouts of bliss, empty promise of the plan
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Showered with lies, and now they grin and watch you die
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Wait for the energy
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Wait for your time to come down
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Stay for the fists to see
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wait for the one!
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The fame of all the years surrounds you...
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So sway upon the surface...take it all away.
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The fate of all the years surrounds you...
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So sway upon the surface...
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If and I forget...All the sounds inside, the sounds inside
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If and I forget...all the sounds inside, its bound to die
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Wait for the energy
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wait for the one!
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The fame of all the years surrounds you...
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So sway upon the surface...take it all away.
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The fate of all the years surrounds you...
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So sway upon the surface...
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Knuckles
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