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The shifting sands conceal the truth |
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Revealing only lies |
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A crescent moon casts ghostly shapes |
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As somewhere some thing flies |
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We let ourselves be bled |
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Secrets of the dead |
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Deserted by the ghosts that knew |
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Man's triumphs had no bounds |
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Left starving by our own mistakes |
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The sands reclaimed their ground |
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We let ourselves be bled |
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Secrets of the dead |
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Time takes us down so deep |
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Is this the place we seek? |
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Secrets of the dead |
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Secrets of the dead |
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We never learn form our mistakes |
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Imperfect till the end |
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You can't pick up the pieces |
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And the hearts we break can't mend |
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As if they knew the gift they brought |
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Was wasted on this earth |
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They searched out for a better race |
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On whom to bring rebirth |
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We let ourselves be bled |
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Secrets of the dead |
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We let ourselves be bled |
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Secrets of the dead |
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Where angels fear to tread |
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The secrets of the dead |
