Hunting Season

No Stars Above | 10.06.2012 | Post-Hardcore
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There must be something in the air and I swear we’ve gone through this before. Inform your dearest friends to close the windows and lock the doors. This is a call for celebration; so get up and show me your moves! This is an invitation to stand up! It’s not the first time and trust me; It won’t be the last. Dear Brother, is this the side you will choose? Dear Brother, our dispute is getting old.
Tear it up! We’ll all get crushed like ants. We never stood a chance.

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