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Overwrought, and these, (Oh the rotten and these) |
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these prideful giants watching over us. |
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Stand defiant |
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Live forever, restless man, |
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Clouds cradle the red red moon |
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A golden boy. |
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Just like the day you came to me, |
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The storm that brought me to you. |
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I know you have questions and I wish I |
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The temples are burning, |
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The statues are falling, |
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Weak under the weight of time. |
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Paint the walls with their (dead) blood. |
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Just like the day you came to me, |
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The storm that brought me to you. |
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I know you have questions and I wish I |