Oh my God, hand us down our ribbons.
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You death defier you. Far from fear, we are.
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Adrift and gone. After the fallout, after a million miles.
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Adrift is the reason for the rains and we're in the undertow.
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Stop dancing around, in stories untold
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the mind has conquered the whole heart.
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Sewing the insecure thread of reason.
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I'll burn what it takes. Down what it takes,
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we're not going down with this ship.
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I burned 41 hills for the love of academic ability.
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That exceeds the love of searching for the truth.
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We comprehend a massive army.
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Pretendeavor: In Reference to a Sinking Ship
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Norma Jean |