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It's a fire, These dreams that pass me by, The salvation I desire, Keeps getting me down, 'Cause we need to recognize our state, For time and again. So let it be known, For what we believe in, I can see no reason, For it to fade. 'Cause this life is a farce, I can't breathe through this mask, Like a fool, So breathe on, little sister, breathe on. From this warm cell, Testify of tell, It's fooling us now. So let it be known, For what we believe in, I can see no reason, For it to fade. 'Cause this life is a farce, I can't breathe through this mask, Like a fool, So breathe on, little sister, breathe on. Oh, so breathe on, little sister, like a fool. | ||||||||||||||||
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