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I keep walking past the places I was born in
Now their faces are blank, shiny and dead
I don't recognize a thing, I can't recall them
A closed book that I can never, never read again
A flat line, my insides are turning out
The lights fade, this final war starts now
Now their faces are blank, shiny and dead
I don't recognize a thing, I can't recall them
A closed book that I can never, never read again
A flat line, my insides are turning out
The lights fade, this final war starts now
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