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35 lines
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Vultures descend
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Feeding on us
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There's no sympathy
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Breeding the hate
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Turn away
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Run away
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From all the things we have to do
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And it tears away our hearts and our soul
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It's like we're on our own
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To figure out
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Cast out
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Paralyzed
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Rewind
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There's no time
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The wasteland.... It's an indication
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Out of excuses
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Will we understand?
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That we're on our own
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To figure out
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Cast out
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Paralyzed
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This time
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We have found the wasteland
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_______________
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Name Paralyzed
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Artist In Flames
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Album Siren Charms
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