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We both have walked as ghosts and we've done it for years. |
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We saw everything, there's nothing to feel. |
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Right through meat markets, gold pans, and the steel. |
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They're using my hands - this is the work of man. |
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Stand on the broken glass, spread out the fuel we need, |
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And burn the machine that could have brought us back. |
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You failed. |
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You held a rose and clung with frozen hands. |
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You failed. |
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You failed. |
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Can't fill the grave when the ghost needs to work. |
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Can't fill the grave when the ghost has to work. |
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Push through the river, the cold is biting my heels. |
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I see everything; |
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I just can't feel. |
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I'm my nation's wars, the body count's me; |
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The beasts at the roots stalking my family tree. |
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I watch my people in silence as they roll right past. |
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The heavy footed steps destroy our sacred mass. |
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I failed.I lost your bones, |
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Can't dig them up with my hands. |
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I failed. |
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I failed.Can't fill the grave when the ghost needs to work. |
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But I've come this for for freedom, |
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And I won't turn back. |
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I've come so far. |
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But I've come this far for freedom, |
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And there's nothing left.(But I too am America, and these riots within me.) |
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Just can't keep going on like this. |
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We failed. |
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We let you starve and wouldn't stir these idle hands. |
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We failed. |
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We failed. |
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But I just can't see you. |
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I can't see you as anything but the ghost. |
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It's just this crooked world, man. |
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It's been tearing us apart. |
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Let's die right now. |
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Die right now, |
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And be content with what we've done. |
