36 lines
920 B
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36 lines
920 B
Plaintext
We are tattered men.
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Nothing but mirrors of the walls we've built.
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I've built a high gate and I've invited destruction.
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Bruised and broken by my self-righteousness.
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I can't go without letting my self down.
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I can't go without letting my self down.
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We, we cannot win alone.
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We're coming up dry, our necks flush.
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We've been staring at our crowns.
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We've abandoned something up above, something up above.
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I am nothing without the men who walked before me.
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I'm broken by my own pride, my self-hate.
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Bring a plague to my pride.
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Let me know: I am nothing.
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Oh, there are no arms as big as Yours.
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Oh, there are no arms as big as Yours.
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Let us unite in the fact we are nothing.
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Let us float into the dusk, united, united.
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We are, we're gonna let it shine.
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Let us shine.
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We're gonna let it shine.
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Let us shine.
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Let me shine.
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Let us shine.
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We will shine.
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Name Shine
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Artist Hundredth
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Album When Will We Surrender
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