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Last night I spoke to Innocence
Driven out this dirty town couldn't pay the rent Couldn't see Hope in this masquerade Said This gun here may save my soul today Pandora's eyes were filled with tears today She's got a timeless face but it shows her age 24 hours until the revolution Going through moves with no more intention She needs the passion of her glory days until the flag cast shadows on her face Living as the ones she set free Freedom's only what they let it be So we lived among the broken bones after riots, young lovers chokes and moans the garden of eden strewn with burnt out cars He said every paradise leaves her scars
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