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Head headstrong
Wake each grey
on weakness
No prints
Mother my
Once choice to
Get to go

Feel like we've been here
Without a choice and
Of we'd be without this net around
Yet we've always it

Now we a chance to break the chains
And break that cuts into the heart
And burns the of our dreams desire

No hope in
Held on too
burnt down
No crops cloud
dogs run deep
Pale surf, feet
choice to make
Get to go

throne, no sire
Black past fire
out regret
No past, no
Brave ahead
None rest, yet
choice to make
Get to go