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Rust on the lock |
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Dust on the floor |
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It's been too long |
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To know what's in store |
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Pieces of the past |
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Memories to explore |
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All that's left behind |
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Is what we knew before |
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And all we thought would be there |
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Might not be around anymore |
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And though we try |
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To stand there and ignore |
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What lies behind the door |
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We'll take our fears |
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And shake them to the core |
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As we reach out for |
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Something more |
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With a canon's cry |
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The bombs, they soar |
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Nothing left to hear |
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But the sounds of war |
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Darkness falls |
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While the echoes roar |
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At the end of time |
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A new life is born |
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We never thought we'd be here |
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Afraid of an open door |
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'Cause all we thought would be there |
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Might not be around anymore |
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Now that the tides |
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Have burned up all the shores |
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And the sky is torn |
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Though all our fears |
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Shake us to the core |
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Still we reach out for |
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Something more |
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But all we'll find was not there before |
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We went inside and closed the cellar door |
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All this time we've heard nothing more |
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Since we went inside and closed the cellar door |
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And all we'll find was not there before |
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We went inside and closed the cellar door |
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All this time we've heard nothing more |
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We all went in to hide |
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But now it seems it's time |
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We need to step outside |
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The cellar door |
