Reflections staring back at me in a perfect world, through a modern dream.
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And the pain they cause…its developing.
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Through another time to scatter everything.
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Through mistrust.
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Through violence.
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When does it end in silence?
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We're living and dying.
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It's not a way of life to live in hiding.
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To take away a promise that we made before.
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To creep between the lines that we can't afford.
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All the patriotic sentiment, a fallacy of truth.
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The time had come, we'd run away.
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Away from all the youth.
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To these days, where we are forced to raise ourselves, we divide, and we die.
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It's never worth complaining when a life is on the line in your mind.
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Relax, be strong.
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Some fathers aren't heaven…haven't any names.
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Some estranged to this world, and some play tired games.
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And the pattern of the art of war represents disease.
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I don't know who your are, so, how do you know me?
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To these days, where we are forced to raise ourselves, we divide, and we die.
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It's never worth complaining when a life is on the line in your mind.
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Relax, be strong.
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OUR time.
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The pictures painted in our minds are all we have today.
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To break the fall, to represent…there is another way.
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Break The Silence
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| Break The Silence |
