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Apr 2014
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Driven from seasons
Driven from all understanding

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They play their bodies out til the edge of doom

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Driven from soft hands

Into eyes of madness

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Mountains are crumbling

Sinkholes swallow the ole high school

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Driven from seasons
Driven from all understanding

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Playing with their bodies on the edge of doom
Written by
jeffrey robin
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