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Showing off our freedom to those
trapped in unintended patience and mistletoes,
we're on the run now.
Foreign countries strike the sight
reaching out while leaving behind.
The Golden Age becomes a minor matter.
Tough break, breeding pestilence,
hands are shaking to the sound of deliverance.
We won't leave your friends alone,
no, we won't leave.
Building it up to the fences
and against the winds,
to carry us across the oceans,
break through the walls now!
every minute, every mile,
the execution of the trial,
we'll live to rue this eventually.
Tough break, breeding pestilence,
hands are shaking to the sound of deliverance.
We won't leave your friends alone,
no, we won't leave.
Can't stand the thought of being a disease
and pleasurable running over refugees,
a sacrifice between the galleries of joy.
Tough break, at first glance,
hands are shaking to the sound of deliverance.
We won't leave your friends alone,
no, we won't leave.
Tough break, breeding pestilence,
hands are shaking to the sound of deliverance.
We won't leave your friends alone,
no, we won't leave.
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