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A penny for the old guy |
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In the time we were lost |
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And scarred in a moment |
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Tortured by doubt |
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And surrounded by ruins |
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Yours was the pleasure |
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And mine was the praying |
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The works of our lifetime |
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Lay crumbled in dust |
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And when Rome falls |
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Falls the world |
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It was blood that I gave you |
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And blood that you worshipped |
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And blood was your question |
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And blood was your answer |
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You spit in the fires |
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And eyes of desire |
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And snatched back the words |
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You kept locked in your head |
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And when Rome falls |
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Falls the world |
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And what did you give me? |
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A rusted bent death's head |
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A black flag that lies bleeding |
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A dawn that lies dying |
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We wandered through the rubbles |
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In the last breaths of morning |
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In the empty cathedrals |
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In a world that has ceased |
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And when Rome falls |
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Falls the world |
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And then make me feel |
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That the world still turn |
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When broken is the faith |
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That kept us alive |
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And where shall I go? |
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And if I do will I stumble? |
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Will anyone catch me |
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When I fall as I must? |
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And when Rome falls |
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Falls the world |
