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These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
"My skin is singed but it heals my heart and with glowing pride I'll wear my scars." -Davey Havok
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These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
"My skin is singed but it heals my heart and with glowing pride I'll wear my scars." -Davey Havok
Yellow and blue make green.
Let's turn those old bridges we crossed into ashes.
We'll blaze a new trail,
and torch the rough patches.
-Me
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These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
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These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain