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(We) walk our own road;
breathe the answer blowing in the wind
and modern love (sounds so fake to our ears).
Our eyes are still waiting, but nothing’s ever clear,
because these miles are grey, still…

We breathe (with burned out lungs)
While this world sinks (ships of gold)
…And we can be wrong, (we can be wrong),
but they can’t be right. We sacrifice our (hearts).

IIIIIII
(We breathe with dust in our lungs).
(These songs are like smoke to our ears) *Pollution auditive*****

–We keep promises for you and me
–We’ll live by the promises we made

(We can be wrong, but they can’t be right).

How many roads are left to burn down, burn down now?
And how many of their words can we still hear?
Can we still hear? (We still)

(Breathe)
While this world sinks.
…And we can be wrong, (we can be wrong),
but they can’t be right. We sacrifice (our hearts).


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