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These ghosts we have, alive and well |
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These ghosts have passed, right through your hands |
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You'll never know, what's really here |
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You'll never know what's come before |
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We'll make these graves, unearth these tombs |
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These ghosts will haunt again |
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We'll make these graves, unearth these tombs |
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These ghosts will haunt again |
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History locked away |
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Memory locked away |
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You'll never know what brought us here |
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These ghosts we asked to lead the way |
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We'll make these graves, unearth tombs |
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These ghosts will haunt again |
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We'll make these graves, unearth tombs |
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These ghosts will haunt again |
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All this will be |
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All this will be forgotten, just give it time |
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All this will be forgotten |
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All of us dead and buried |
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Our breathless phantoms songs |
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All of us dead and buried, as your attention falls |
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Left only whispers carried, our breathless phantoms songs |
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These lambs will slaughter us |
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These lambs will make us living ghosts |