That life would come and help us carry on.
What friend am I to life? What friend am I indeed?
That I could craft or I could kill, and still wash my hands so clean.
They told me once that bloodstains stain,
Yet somehow you seem so pure again.
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That life would come and help us carry on.
What friend am I to life? What friend am I indeed?
That I could craft or I could kill, and still wash my hands so clean.
They told me once that bloodstains stain,
Yet somehow you seem so pure again.
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Let's just live it.
The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…
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I was wrong.
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Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…
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