Face to face but the feeling's gone
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Blinking, the battle lines are drawn
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This is the shape of things to come
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Stand in the shadow of the sun
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Are you happy now?
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Nothing is simple anymore
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Fighting a war, don't know what for
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This is the sound of the damage done
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Stand in the shadow of the sun
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Are you happy now?
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We carry the weight of a million stars.
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With every revolution a little something dies
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I lost my faith when you let it go
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I'm calling you out this is a low
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How far we fall.
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Bury the past inside my head
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Now that the rest of me is dead
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This is the shape of things to come
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Stand in the shadow of the sun
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Are you happy now?
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We carry the weight of a million stars.
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With every revolution a little something dies
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I lost my faith when you let it go
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I'm calling you out this is a low
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How far we fall.
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I'll put on your pretty noose
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This is a low tell me where do we fall
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I'll put on your pretty noose
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This is a low tell me where do we fall
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I'll put on your pretty noose
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This is a low tell me where do we fall
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We carry the weight of a million stars.
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With every revolution a little something dies
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I lost my faith when you let it go
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I'm calling you out this is a low
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How far we fall
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I'll put on your pretty noose
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This is a low tell me where do we fall
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Bullet
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