Lyric
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Back
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to
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the
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fairytale,
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back
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to
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the
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show,
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backed
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to
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the
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wall,
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and
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there's
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nowhere
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to
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go.
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Hopeless
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and
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desperate,
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all
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paths
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adverse,
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things
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looking
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bleak,
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and
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they're
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bound
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to
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get
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worse.
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Helpless
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and
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doomed
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and
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there's
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no
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way
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to
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win,
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goals
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unachievable,
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faith
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running
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thin.
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Lost
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and
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forlorn,
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impossible
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odds,
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that's
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when
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you'll
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learn
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you've
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been
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messing
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with
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gods.
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Send
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in
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your
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Grimm,
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tear
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off
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my
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limb,
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strike
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me
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with
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bolts
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of
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lightning,
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I
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won't
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die.
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The
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battle
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seems
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unwinnable,
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but
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all
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we
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need's
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a
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miracle,
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we're
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going
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up,
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we'll
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never
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be
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denied.
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Can't
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wish
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away
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the
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dismal
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days,
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can't
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bring
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back
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what
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is
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gone.
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Won't
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waste
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more
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tears
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on
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yesteryears,
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instead
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we'll
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carry
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on.
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We'll
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win,
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for
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sure,
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we
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will
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endure,
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and
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though
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our
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goal
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is
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far,
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we'll
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be
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the
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ones
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to
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touch
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the
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sun,
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the
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triumph
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will
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be
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ours.
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Nowhere
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to
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run
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now,
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no
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time
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to
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grieve,
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no
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other
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choices,
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it's
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die
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or
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believe.
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Not
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backing
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down,
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we're
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standing
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at
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last,
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'cause
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beat
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and
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dejected
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are
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things
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of
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the
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past.
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This
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is
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the
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moment,
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this
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is
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the
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day,
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this
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is
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the
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place,
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and
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we
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came
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here
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to
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stay.
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Yeah
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I'm
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a
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girl,
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but
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I'm
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also
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a
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gun,
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fast
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and
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I'm
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deadly,
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you'll
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never
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outrun.
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Strike
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down
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my
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friends,
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I'll
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never
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bend,
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right
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to
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the
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end
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I'm
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fighting,
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glorified.
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And
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though
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it's
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unpredictable,
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we're
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heading
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for
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the
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pinnacle,
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we'll
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never
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stop,
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we're
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heading
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towards
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the
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sky.
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It's
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not
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destiny,
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it
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would
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be
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a
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grave
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mistake
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to
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think
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so,
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every
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choice
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is
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ours
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and
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ours
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alone.
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This
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hasn't
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all
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been
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mapped
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by
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fate,
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this
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is
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the
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future
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we
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create,
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and
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we're
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powered
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by
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every
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tear
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that's
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dried.
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The
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triumph
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will
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be
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ours.
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