Voice reminds of where we are, in cement city...Arrive.
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We gave it hell and we find ourselves coherent and so unclear.
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And I'm lost at sea with guides to spare, lost at sea with guides to spare.
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This is the sound waves of desperation.
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Ones of reminder and things that just won't heal,
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and in time we will step away from all this,
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Cause it's the hardest and the longest,
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and in time we will make this all just disappear.
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Let this dig in 'cause I can see the shore,
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I think I can make it,
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Crash through the door.
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And I'm lost at sea with guides to spare, lost at sea with guides to spare.
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This is the sound waves of desperation.
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Ones of reminder and things that just won't heal,
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and in time we will step away from all this,
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Cause it's the hardest and the longest,
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and in time we will make this all just disappear.
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We'll make this disappear, fight on.
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Ones of reminder and things that just won't heal,
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and in time we will step away from all this...
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Ones of reminder and things that just won't heal,
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and in time we will step away from all this,
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Cause it's the hardest and the longest,
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and in time we will make this all just disappear.
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We'll make this all disappear, fight on.
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With the weight of the world, I was born for this..
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We Gave It Hell
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| 36 Crazyfists |
