| Such bittersweet
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| Fruits from the seeds I sowed
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| When I took the oar
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| I pulled the needle off of north
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| I forced my course
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| Without waiting for the wind’s answer
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| I joined the infantry, singing
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| No gods, no masters
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| That life is over, it’s over
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| Forget the call, make it work and sing
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| No gods, no masters
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| Their reign is over, it’s over
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| You’re on your own, make it work
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| We built this ship from the wreckage
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| And just prayed it might be more
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| One step, two steps
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| Blood is warming in me yet
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| Three steps, more sweat
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| Now I’m gonna build my own damn throne
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| Even if I have to melt the one we built to make one
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| Why leave the fire to chase an ember?
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| Why would you sunder your mast for tinder?
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| Just for tinder?
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| Why leave the fire to chase an ember?
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| Why rob the hull of your surrender?
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| Your surrender?
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| We built this ship from the wreckage
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| But left broken, we ran ashore
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| One more, two more
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| Build a wall around my world
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| Three more, four more
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| Now I’ll make it out of frozen stone
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| This time the mountain’s gonna keep its fire clear of my throne
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| We built this ship from the wreckage
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| We, the praised, ran ashore
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| One day at sea
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| Now one more day is all that I plea
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| And I’ll burn the oars
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| I’ll force dependence on the wind’s answer
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| For this world is all rubble masquerading pearls
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| Why leave the fire to chase an ember?
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| Why would you sunder your mast for tinder?
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| Just for tinder?
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| Why leave the fire to chase an ember?
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| Why rob the hull of your surrender?
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| Your surrender?
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| Feeling returns like a surgeon severing a nerve
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| Lost soul’s sending pain from the phantomverse
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| No gods, no masters
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| That life is over, it’s over
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| No gods, no masters
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| Their reign is over, it’s over |