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Mutiny of Shadows
It was a mixed day with its highs and its lows and in-betweens. The more my courage ebbs and
flows, the more I fear that my heart will burst into smithereens, smithereens.
It was a full day of columns and rows and dull routines. Behind the scenes rebellion grows and I fear my blissful dreams will burst into smithereens, smithereens.
Just the ricochet of a shell, sets off a death machine. And it’s too close to tell if you're gonna get away before you're smithereens, smithereens.
It was a wild day with its hot and its cold both extremes. The more heated my frustration blows, the more I fear my balloon will burst into smithereens.
flows, the more I fear that my heart will burst into smithereens, smithereens.
It was a full day of columns and rows and dull routines. Behind the scenes rebellion grows and I fear my blissful dreams will burst into smithereens, smithereens.
Just the ricochet of a shell, sets off a death machine. And it’s too close to tell if you're gonna get away before you're smithereens, smithereens.
It was a wild day with its hot and its cold both extremes. The more heated my frustration blows, the more I fear my balloon will burst into smithereens.
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