Tonight, you can fly with broken wings
The past is away
And I know how it gets
Its cold
Its pryde
We hardly get through the nigth
Enter through the sun
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
From the start to the end
Where we began
The whispers and the lies
Dead and alive
Oh its cold
Its pryde
We hardly get through the night
Enter through the sun
The sun
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
We put our selves on fire
Oh oh oh
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