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Goodbye my friend and mentor, we'll never see a man quite like you again. |
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In an age of revolution, restitution we sought |
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You were the spark we were the fuel and we burned bright as the sun. |
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Those were the days we could have fought anyone anywhere on anything, and after all these years how could we try, should we try to follow someone else? |
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I can see the shadows on the foothills east of here; stormy clouds and thunder in my heart. |
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We're on this train to nowhere and |
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I don't know if we'll make it back again because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold. |
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We're on this train to nowhere and |
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I don't know if we'll make it back again because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold. |
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Push push push until we get just what we want, we always push push push 'til we can get them what they need |
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We can take the lives of others so that all may truly live, but the will to truly live.. is something |
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I can't give to them. |
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I can see the shadows on the foothills east of here; stormy clouds and thunder in my heart. |
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We're on this train to nowhere and |
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I don't know if we'll make it back again because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold. |
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We're on this train to nowhere and |
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I don't know if we'll make it back again because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold. |
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Staring at the pieces of my dim reflection as |
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I look into this |
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Black Sea of atrophy |
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I just got the message of your passing from the man who digs our- |
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They are digging graves for all our dreams and it seems that they are digging by the clock |
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I can feel the old corruption peering from the crack, and |
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I don't know if we can fight it back again. |
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I can see the shadows on the foothills east of here; stormy clouds and thunder in my heart. |
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We're on this train to nowhere and |
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I don't know if we'll make it back again because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold. |
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We're on this train to nowhere and |
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I don't know if we'll make it back again because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold. |
