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Clara would be proud to know us |
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We've taken it to the end |
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Where the grey tuens to black |
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And the white just begins- |
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We live everyday on the water |
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The night just kills the pain |
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From the suffering that was |
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We are no stronger-we are dust- |
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Down in the crowd we're down |
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on our knees |
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Wanna get out but |
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don't wanna succeed |
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We're the red-eyed legends |
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of the night before |
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We're the dead mind babies |
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of the T.V. war- |
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Living in a rectory of sin |
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Against the currents we all swim |
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Cageless wonders of sometime when |
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The paper icon's chase will end- |
