| Face to face but the feeling’s gone
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| Blinking, the battle lines are drawn
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| This is the shape of things to come
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| Stand in the shadow of the sun
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| Are you happy now?
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| Nothing is simple anymore
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| Fighting a war, don’t know what for
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| This is the sound of the damage done
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| Stand in the shadow of the sun
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| Are you happy now?
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| We carry the weight of a million stars
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| With every revolution a little something dies
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| I lost my faith when you let it go
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| I’m calling you out this is a low
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| How far we fall
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| Bury the past inside my head
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| Now that the rest of me is dead
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| This is the shape of things to come
|
| Stand in the shadow of the sun
|
| Are you happy now?
|
| We carry the weight of a million stars
|
| With every revolution a little something dies
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| I lost my faith when you let it go
|
| I’m calling you out this is a low
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| How far we fall
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| I’ll put on your pretty noose
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| This is a low tell me where do we fall
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| I’ll put on your pretty noose
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| This is a low tell me where do we fall
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| I’ll put on your pretty noose
|
| This is a low tell me where do we fall
|
| We carry the weight of a million stars
|
| With every revolution a little something dies
|
| I lost my faith when you let it go
|
| I’m calling you out this is a low
|
| How far we fall
|
| I’ll put on your pretty noose
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| This is a low tell me where do we fall |