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We set our aim on oblivion and we gave up on everyone we said we loved
We turned in our keys as they turned in their graves, we are the
Souls no god can save
Yeah, I got rhythm and I got dreams that move this body across the seas
Relinquish all doubt in the water below me, I could write my own damn symphony