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Your affection, your affection, taking pride from fear
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero
Your affection, your affection, your affection
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero
Withered flowers forget
What they wept for day after day
Withered flowers must blossom
In the stream of tears
They still think of the cause
Turning misery into meaningfulness
Changing day after day
Turning misery into meaningfulness
Changing day after day
Your affection, your affection, taking pride from fear
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero
Your affection, your affection, your affection
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero
Highly spirited with pride
Saving those left under the forgotten houses
Highly spirited with courage
Taking all the blame
Seems losing the game
Days go by without quiet nights
Flowers blossom when you believe
Days go by without sunny days
Flowers blossom when you believe
Your affection, your affection, leaving the trace
You know this leads to the end of the story
Your affection, your affection, your affection
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero
Your affection, your affection, taking pride from fear
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero
Your affection, your affection, your affection
Past will tell you when to make yourself a hero
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