Our plane falls in the ocean
At least we went down
Don't make this fake
last second of life
faux obsolete
assemble the empire
Foll
Blood spills, you're holding on with every ounce you got.
Locked up in the distance.
In the falter above us.
As the
The host of the show comes down
to collapse on the
Wake up
Can you hear me?
Your so clever
Where did you find
I should've been cautious,
I should've been honest,
But now I have
They say it takes a ring of gold
to fix the
You put your fist in the ground
You went from quiet
So don't forget
In these times try to remember
The time will
At the bottom of the barrel
To great surprise, we found
Grew up on a man made line
That's left me warm
Count
Sometimes a struggle builds you somehow
Tears you down, Leaves you
(Instrumental)
Sails catch any wind that they can
Through any ocean to
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