| I wore black and he wore white
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| Never should have shown my face
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| Sour evil stored inside
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| Within the absence of real colors
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| Generations of warfare
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| Procrastinated on his head
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| Thought that he could have healed with urge
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| Didn’t know that it would blind him more
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| In the end, we are faithless
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| We’re just in search for guidance
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| It was the final breath of June
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| When his mother tipped the glass again
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| Forcing me to shred myself
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| Incomplete relations
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| A voice who wore its skin so well (Ooh, ooh)
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| Showered him with retrospective sun (Ooh, ooh)
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| Showing us to empathize once more (Ooh, ooh)
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| Born for saving what was left (Ooh, ooh)
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| In the end, we are faithless
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| We’re just in search for violence
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| Always been our own worst enemies
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| Bound to each other to remember this
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| I remember when I was a child
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| Everything we did had gone south
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| Even if we thought we understood
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| Might we find out 'til the end, love?
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| In the end, we are faithless
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| We’re just in search for violence
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| Always been our own worst enemies
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| Bound to each other to remember this
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| In the end, we are faithless
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| We’re just in search for violence
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| Always been our own worst enemies
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| Bound to each other to remember this |