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The runners shaking their hands at the end Oh, what has become Im the system in you Dont beat age and grow like a Ask your parade while you know Someone shaming at you
Peoples backstreet ways fall into place Dont come They track down lies and recognize
Make your choice, they wanna make you raise your voice To fight for a change Oh, its always the same And what is this, lifes feeling like a ride of bliss To you and you dont feel like going against the great today
I believe Will you ever see them In the plan to unify us Conquer evil Become the shadow eaters I believe you dont see it either Without safety glasses Strike at sunrise and your battalion Become the shadow eaters
One hundred seventy now, three sounds day A hundred and twenty lives in history approximately Lay out theand if he did Im not quite sure youre quiet out of breath
Backstreet ways into place Chase down grief to wallow and make belief Got it with whatever way, were gonna die someone in between theres life
I believe Will you ever see them In the plan to unify us Conquer evil Become the shadow eaters I believe you dont see it either Without safety glasses Strike at sunrise and your battalion Become the shadow eaters
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