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We are the Pheonix
in this culdren called "Home"
Rented yet vacant
These hallways we roam
Teathered by fate
We tangle with lyfe
A team, on our own
back to back
         In this fight
 
Oh,
Rise from the ashes
Unfold these wings & fly
Escape from the flames
so our former selves can die
 
Taking flight;
  with such a burning rage
Redefining "I"  
      with a turn of the page...