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Tell me about how the end of the world Tell me about how much we have been fighting for. Should I hold on to the ideas of how I wanted to save this world by myself? The world has been bruised and hurt for more than we all have lived for combine Sing to me, calm me for I do not what tomorrow brings. Hold me, I want to be saved, I still have strength and hope Rise up from the nothing and be all that you can become We can start a ripple effect with our love Can’t you see the last hours are coming?
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