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How could you split the center

Of seven signs we’ll remember

You have to realize

That it’s the last time

They let us skip on their composure

One day we’ll see a sign

That no one’s weapon finds

And we can hold until it’s over

Who can set you free

From your misery you’re living in a fantasy

High and clean

A place to realize a level to sanitize

Who can set you free

Whose gonna find you when it’s time to leave

Your fantasy

Imagine regret actions

All circled losing traction

When will we realize they don’t need to hide

We’ve deserved and now we’re closer

This is the last time for your teeth to shine

The lungs have been pulled for breath enclosure