This is a celebration,
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of the ones who lost their chance to die
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Will you believe the masses,
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or will you overcome?
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We are the Sons of a Fallen Nation.
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We hold the keys to our demise.
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And grace will kiss your head
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as you fall asleep.
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I'm so tired of always letting you down!
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Still you offer to turn it around.
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I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground.
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Still you offer to turn it around.
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This is the one... Distraction,
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weakening, your ability to grow.
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So you push yourself further away.
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Eyes of zero's, of nothing.
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So you throw it all away.
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When you push yourself further and further away.
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I'm so sick of the desire, to throw it away.
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And I feel so expired.
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So I'll bury my head and dissolve.
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I'm so tired of always letting you down!
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Still you offer to turn it around.
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I just can't seem to keep my feet on the ground.
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Still you offer to turn it around.
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Sever the head, of the snake!
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Lie there and wait for the distraction.
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Sever the head, of the snake!
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Lie there and wait for the pain to sink in!
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(repeat)
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I'm so tired of always letting you.... down.
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I just cant seem to get.... my feet on the ground.....
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Still you offer to turn it around!
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I'm so tired of always letting you down.
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Still you offer to turn it around.
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I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground.
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Still you offer to turn it around!
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Sever the head, of the snake!
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(repeat x4)
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Sons of The Fallen Nation
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Haste The Day |