We set our aim on oblivion and we gave up on everyone we said we loved.
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We turned in our keys as they turned in their graves, we are the
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souls no god can save.
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Yeah, I got rhythm and I got dreams that move this body across the seas,
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relinquish all doubt in the water below me, I could write my own damn symphony.
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Maestro Of This Rebellious Symphony
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| Fake Problems |
