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I miss my friends, who's names I can't pronounce I miss the place where hope was to be found Blue clouds over Europe Now's the right time to get up and I just want to incinerate 24/365 I feel the need to be on fire 24/365 I've been holding it back for way too long So can you hear this aimless call to arms Into the night we'll go setting off alarms Our hope is gone, it's official It disappeared without a signal And now is the time to incinerate I miss my friends, who's names I can't pronounce I bless the ones who are sure to stick around Blue clouds over Europe Now's the right time to get up And all I want is to incinerate From Letras Mania