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This is the breaking point again As the blot creeps around the margins And if I ever try to change your mind I know I will, I will always find another peace of mind Don't forget it Don't forget, it's our [?] Don't forget, it's our [?] Though we see it going down We hold our head up high We will never bow down to their blinding sky This is the reaping of the cold wind This is the sowing of the whirlwind And if I ever try to change your mind I know I will, I will always find another peace of mind Don't forget it Don't forget, it's our [?] Don't forget, it's our [?] Though we see it going down We hold our head up high We will never bow down to their blinding sky From Letras Mania