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It's time to die |
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all your pictures and all your pieces |
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two months to write |
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all your alibis to your pretense |
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i hear a voice |
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\"am i following in your footsteps?\" |
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i clear the noise |
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with the following of your footsteps |
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oh i recall |
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all the promises that you emptied |
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clipped off, pull the branches in |
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consumed, with the overhead |
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more room for everyone |
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relief, for they came in |
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good news |
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good news for everyone |
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we tuned, on the able heads |
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to the news, of the up ahead |
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no use for everyone |
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listen up for what the channel said |
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your pain |
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your pain is everyones |
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your running off again |
