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31 lines
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From the soul of the unnamed
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to the devastating depths of the heads and the hearts of the shamed,
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with patience like the fury of a freight train,
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I'll always have faith in the untamed.
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I have faith in the untamed.
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No room to think when digression is fought.
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Progression of thought dies and goes right out the door.
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It's hard to move on when tradition is the whore
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that keeps your feet nailed to the frozen floor.
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Now it weighs down your mind
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and once again left you deaf, dumb, and blind,
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but I have faith that one day
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we'll have the strength to rip our every single page.
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I have faith. You'll find no peace from this.
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You'll still be empty.
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It will never end.
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This tradition is downfall.
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It's hard to let go when you're still holding on.
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You'll find no peace from this.
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You'll still be empty.
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You better believe we're breaking boundaries.
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A routine for the uninspired,
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for the hearts that lack any fire.
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You put your thoughts in dying hands
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while you wade through the quicksand.
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__________________________
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Name Faith In The Untamed
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Artist Stick To Your Guns
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Album The Hope Division
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