miles of fire
im losing roam
and need of flashing
my world comes crushing down
im left in no where
no place to hi-ide
out in the open
like ashes in the sky
i quit the eloshing
im moving on
im moving on
im moving on
im moving on
ill let the flames of the futuer
making empiers of joy
and shell chanse will become the last one
yo break the briges to built the cities
ill let the flames of the futuer
making empiers of joy
and shell chanse will become the last one
yo break the briges to built the cities

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