22 lines
494 B
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22 lines
494 B
Plaintext
Born of dust and stone
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Dead hearts, roaming a dying home
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Life leaves us all
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White bones upon the shores of time
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We are but sparks in a darkened world
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And yet some things were born to burn.
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The napalm in your eyes
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Is all my cold heart needs
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If you bring the matches...
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I'll bring the gasoline!
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I'm the same bad news as you
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You're the same kind of "fucked" as me
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I'm the same bad news as you
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You're the same, you're the same as me!
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Name Sparks
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Artist Parkway Drive
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Album Atlas
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