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of all the things that set us apart this is just the start of it i am the arsonist in your basement setting fire to complacent nights throwing gas over your white flag everything reminds us of hurt why does everything remind us of hurt? wave it proud and wave it high burn a scar into the sky as i preach about the flames in her eyes i need something to show for what i believe in oh i thought we were above these violent acts of love Aus Songtexte Mania