What a shame we all became such fragile, broken things. A memory remains, just a tiny spark. I give it all my oxygen, To let the flames begin To let the flames begin. Oh, glory. Oh, glory. This is how we'll dance when, When they try to take us down. This is what will be, oh glory. Somewhere weakness is our strength, And I'll die searching for it. I can't let myself regret such selfishness, My pain and all the trouble caused, No matter how long I believe that there's hope...

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