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The towers that shoulder your pride |
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The words you've written in stone |
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Sand will cover them |
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Sand will cover you |
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The streets that suffer your name |
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Your very flesh and your bones |
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Sand will cover them |
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Sand will cover you |
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So put your faith in more than steel |
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Don't store your treasures up with moth and rust |
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Where thieves break in and steal |
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Pull the fangs from out your heel |
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Well, we live in but a shadow of the real |
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Step out from time |
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See the dust of nations |
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Step out from time |
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Hear the stars' ovation |
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Saturn will not sleep until the sand has made us clean |
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Still we stack our stones and bury what we can |
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But it all will be undone, nothing built under the sun |
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Never stand before the endless march of sand |
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So put your faith in more than steel |
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Don't store your treasures up with moth and rust |
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Where thieves break in and steal |
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Pull the fangs from out your heel |
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Well, we live in but a shadow of the real |
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So put your faith in more than steel |
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Don't store your treasures up with moth and rust |
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Where thieves break in and steal |
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Pull the fangs from out your heel |
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Well we live in but a shadow of the real |
