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This is the end for them |
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Black suits and tragic words linger |
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The absence of miracles, I |
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Wash them away |
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No time for words and tears |
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Discipline holds the room silent |
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Raising the stakes again, I |
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Tear it away. |
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This rift won't mend again |
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Dig deep to uncover |
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There's something in the dirt |
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Dead fingers rise, I descend |
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This is the end for them |
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Silent they stand at attention |
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Under a clouded sky |
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I wish them away |
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As strong as the chains that bind |
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This darkness to my mind |
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This rift won't mend again |
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Dig deep to uncover |
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There's something in the dirt |
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Dead fingers rise, I descend |
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Dig deep in the dirt, searching |
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Searching for what was lost below |
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This rift won't mend again |
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Dig deep to uncover |
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There's something in the dirt |
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Dead fingers rise, I descend |