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Blind they pull us to the cliffs
Watch yourself they're just sent to kill.
Are we afraid of falling short
It's misdirection I've seen.
We are the sons and daughters of broken homes
Kings of great peace couldn't compare to us
Because we are the light wherever darkness breeds
And we will never bow to them.
Torn they trick the best of us
A preacher smile behind a pulpit of blame. (oh oh)
Are you a slave to brain damage
Let's fight the motions and feed.
We are the sons and daughters of broken homes
Kings of great peace couldn't compare to us
Because we are the light wherever darkness breeds
And we will never bow to them.
We are the sons and daughters of broken homes
Kings of great peace couldn't compare to us
Because we are the light wherever darkness breeds
And we will never bow to them.
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Weathered by the New York sun
The elevator,
Twenty-seven seconds later
She finds herself in the middle of his room
The taxicab is right outside
This is our time
Without a doubt I know this is our time
This is our time to stand alone
It is time to say goodbye
Severed From her only love
Out the window
His heart can’t stay at bay
She finds herself in the back seat of a lie
Drive on Drive far away
Get up and go!
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You know it’s all the same
Every single pretty word you say
The taller the talk, the farther the fall
We watch you fall away.
Living life in the fast lane
You’re slipping fast
Don’t lose control
Living life in the fast lane
Get up, get up, get up!
You know it’s all the same
Just walk away from everything you were
You’re a fake!
I can see the knots that your tongue makes
Forever missing the crucial element.
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