Here is my ribbon
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bleeding black.
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Dripping ashes of the innocent
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not much can be said for us
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after what we have done.
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A backfire of potential success
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years and years of development gone.
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I hope you're satisfied with what's left of this
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and for your sake I hope your life was worth theirs.
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Where do victims hide before they kill?
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Where is the security we were promised?
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It's easier to remember than to forget
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I choose to remember for the sake of sanity
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goodbye to you (so what is left of my)
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goodbye to those who loved you (ribbon that still bleeds black)
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goodbye to those who have forgotten (this is truth painted as)
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goodbye to the few who remember (shattered glass, twisted metal)
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God bless us all (and lifeless bodies...)
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Black Morning Ribbon
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| With Broken Wings |
