| Behold the movie of the year
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| Taste like luck but feels clear
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| March on nails for bitter souls
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| Until rust becomes rare and cold…
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| Behold the movie of the year
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| Taste like luck but feels clear
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| March on nails for bitter souls
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| Until rust becomes rare and cold…
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| You’ve made an error in misjudging us,
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| I’d be really be happy, if you’d just ask
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| You’ve been mislead to believe
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| That we have nothing, less than this
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| …Same stories have been played out for ages
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| i’m ready to be given the chance
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| for saying our side, our version or choice
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| cameras capture
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| numerous nights of romance
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| Behold the movie of the year
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| Taste like luck but feels clear
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| March on nails for bitter souls
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| Until rust becomes rare and cold…
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| Where do they come from, the suspicious critics
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| Frazzled at the clever incisions
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| Mystic your way, but I learn my days
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| Greet me with your guilt and shame
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| …Same stories have been played out for ages
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| I’m ready to be given the chance
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| For saying our side, our version or choice
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| Cameras capture
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| Numerous nights of romance
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| Behold the movie of the year
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| Taste like luck but feels clear
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| March on nails for bitter souls
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| Until rust becomes rare and cold…
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| …Pass on null the essence
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| The undying patience
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| We’re here for good |