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    With my dominant hand
    I steer the ship towards the future
    With my eyes full of sand, I make a myth of the mess
    Through desert blinders and cataracts, grab the battle axe
    Let the faith outfox the fear
    Snap off the string, go clear

    (No reward)
    Snap off the string, go clear
    (No reward)
    From the crimson killing floor
    No reason, no reward

    Thread the rib through the rind, pull the pins from the pillbox
    Keep every twist intertwined, each coincidence locked
    To the prelude and aftermath, 'til you have to ask
    "Are you sure you're sure you're right?
    It's such a lonely life!"

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    (When you're sure)
    It's such a lonely life
    (When you're sure)
    Endless incremental war
    So cursed to be so sure

    (No reward)
    It's such a lonely life
    (No reward)
    It's such a lonely life
    (No reward)
    It's such a lonely life
    (No reward)

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    From the crimson killing floor
    To the mausoleum door
    Off the isolation shore
    No reason, no reward

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    Composition: Kevin Devine, Andy Hull, and Robert Mcdowell

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