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SUPETS FEST 26.10 🍜

They think that we're no one
We're nothing, not sorry
They push us
It's too late, it's too late
Not going back

When you're standing on the edge
So young and hopeless
Got demons in your head
We are, we are
No ground beneath your feet
Now here to hold you
'Cause we are, we are
The colors in the dark