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He'll bury us all in misery |
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Where are you now? |
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When the world is crashing |
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And all the creatures are calling |
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Where are you now? |
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In the rhythm with the subtle sound |
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Of him whispering |
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You are wounded now, I know |
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You are wounded now |
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And the world is crashing down, I know |
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It's crashing down |
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He'll bury us all in misery |
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Buried underneath his mountain of control |
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I am the white light |
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In the potter's eyes |
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As you come wandering home |
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Where are you now? |
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In this time |
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I've wandered to find the way out |
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But I am the spawn |
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Of the wolf and the jackal |
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And there is no hope for me |
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There is no hope for me |
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Which is why instead of walking upright |
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You walk with a crooked spine |
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He'll bury us all in misery! |
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Misery! |
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Misery buried underneath his mountain of control |
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I am the white light |
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In the potter's eyes |
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As you come wandering home |
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I am the spawn of the wolf and the jackal |
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So hear the sound within me |
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I am the spawn of the wolf and the jackal |
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So hear the sound within me |
