| Our Memory is all
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| We have left to feel alive
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| In the gloom we see
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| The night feeds lies to our eyes
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| We are the last ones awake
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| We are the last ones awake
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| In our hands it’s in our hands
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| We beat the band
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| We can stop, we can stop searching
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| In the air, it’s in the air, everywhere
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| We can stop, we can stop searching
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| Elevate, escape from the lot we have to share
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| In the doom combined
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| There’s salvation everywhere
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| We are the last ones awake
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| We are the last ones awake
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| In our hands it’s in our hands
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| We beat the band
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| We can stop, we can stop searching
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| In the air, it’s in the air, everywhere
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| We can stop, we can stop searching
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| Drowned in fears, smote by life
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| We gave birth but can’t survive
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| Countless years trapped in scorn
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| We’ve deserved to be reborn
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| In our hands it’s in our hands
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| We beat the band
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| We can stop, we can stop searching
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| In the air, it’s in the air, everywhere
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| We can stop, we can stop searching
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| In our hands it’s in our hands
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| We beat the band
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| We can stop, we can stop searching
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| In the air, it’s in the air, everywhere
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| We can stop, we can stop searching |