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You ignite a simple age where nothing really hurts the same Climb the hills against their praise Brother, you are not to blame Your rage home, my grace gold Our ways old, let’s stay close I insist upon Don’t wait your grace, I make home I stay, we’ll make our way home Don’t wait your grace, I make home I stay, we’ll make our way... He still stays covered in blood He still stays zero to one Seasons bad trips fevers mothers Seasons bad trips fevers mothers Don’t wait your grace, I make home I stay, we’ll make our way home Don’t wait your grace, I make home I stay, we’ll make our way... All you got to do is try All you got to do is try From Letras Mania