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The Outlaws' Ode
We were the beating drums that made no sound
We were the lost souls that were never crowned
We felt the air behind our wings as we hit the ground
We felt from the start that we were going round and round
We were the swan song that the foolish danced to
We were the lies and deceit that so many held true
We painted paradise but it hung from the rafters skewed
We planted life in bright souls but it never grew
We were the outlaws that hung for our transgressions
We were the peaceful souls that felt their aggression
We recovered our scars from their hypocritical sessions
We explored the darkest corners while stranded in oceans
We must take back what was once ours
We must shine bright like the freest stars
We must tear off the bandages hiding our scars
We must be proud of pain for it gives us power
We were the lost souls that were never crowned
We felt the air behind our wings as we hit the ground
We felt from the start that we were going round and round
We were the swan song that the foolish danced to
We were the lies and deceit that so many held true
We painted paradise but it hung from the rafters skewed
We planted life in bright souls but it never grew
We were the outlaws that hung for our transgressions
We were the peaceful souls that felt their aggression
We recovered our scars from their hypocritical sessions
We explored the darkest corners while stranded in oceans
We must take back what was once ours
We must shine bright like the freest stars
We must tear off the bandages hiding our scars
We must be proud of pain for it gives us power
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