Sanoja: Stutterfly. The sun bleeds red.

Crying for the past
is something we've all done.
Lying to ourselves is a way
for us to run.

We must die to
ourselves to pull through.

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Watch as the sun bleeds red.
It's far too real.
Emotion's dead.
The sun bleeds red.


Dying to ourselves is something
that we must do.
We must die to
ourselves to pull through.

[Chorus]

The sun bleeds red.
It bleeds red, it bleeds red, it bleeds?

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