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Crying for the past Is something we've all, done Lying to, ourselves is a way For us to run We must die to Ourselves to pull through Watch as the sun bleeds red It's far too real Emotion's dead The sun bleeds red Dying to, ourselves is something We must do We must die to Ourselves to pull through Watch as the sun bleeds red It's far too real Emotion's dead The sun bleeds red From Letras Mania