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Bullets From Fairview
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In the deepest of sleep the darkest of dreams
We are crawling scraping the deep
Why are we holding on why won't we move on
We're waiting, we're waiting

Promises made we keep
In our wooden shells and six foot magazine
Soon comes the day we seek
Like bullets from Fairview we rise to the streets
I remember the day you prayed at my grave
You were screaming calling to me
I heard every word and each time I burned
We're returning, we're returning
[repeat chorus]

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