Aim For The Sunrise - Saints Never Surrender | Текст песни

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Exhausted we came. exhausted we go.
Struggled against a superior enemy.
Our
Similar talents in different species.
A bunch of wretch make demands.
Like
Death. this gives no defence.
Swallow your last spittle with fear.
Because
This is going to hurt.

This is why we're searching
For pleasure in
Misery
This is why we're searching for pleasure in misery
Cure the
Emptyness.
He has all you need in his treasury

Block your brain from useless
Thinking.
Fight against the disease of weakness.

A white pigeon passed your
Left ear.

Everything is aching and as
We watch those secrets fade away
Everybody needs a perfect failure.
This burning progress will decay
Exhausted we came. exhausted we go.
Struggled against a superior
Enemy.
Our similar talents in different species.

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