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I walk with phantoms and leaves are burning at my feet. |
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I walk with phantoms. |
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Sometimes they rage |
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Sometimes they fade. |
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Some must watch while some are |
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Singing |
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Singing the hum of the walking dead. |
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Singing |
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I walk with phantoms and leaves are ice at my feet. |
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I walk with phantoms. |
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Here is the truth: |
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Seven wonders. |
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Seven wonders and the will to live. |
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Singing the hum of the walking dead. |
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Thinking of every word that you said. |
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Singing as garden walls ripple with the blur of bees, |
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Sweetly singing as sunlight streams through the aching trees, |
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Voices trampling the exhausted wilderness, |
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Singing the hum of the walking dead. |
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Burning like the gaze upon a faithless friend |
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Burning down the lonely trees always in the end |
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Voices trampling the exhausted wilderness, |
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Dragging the heels of the walking dead. |
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Dragging out every word that you said. |