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Evening |
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Coming through the crowd |
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I hold my head high |
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Straining |
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Out here dissonance surrounds |
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I hold my head high |
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I see the wings behind your back |
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Out here dissonance surrounds |
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I hold my head high |
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I see the wings behind your back |
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Burned all the maps to reach you |
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Watching distant names |
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I saw danger |
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And then I felt the pressure |
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Downfall |
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This is our time |
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The setting sun over all I ever had |
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So when did you come to think |
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That you would tell me that I have no one |
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And when do you think that you |
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Will give back the things that you owe me |
