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Long ago, before the cold |
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We built our roads and weren't alone |
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We sung with pride, into the night |
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By candle-light, we were alive |
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Until the world, started to cry |
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Flowers they shone, into the sky |
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And life it seemed, so serene |
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The end of days, was not foreseen |
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To rise and fall, into the snow |
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We were so young, but felt so old |
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We saw the signs, but were so blind |
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And thought our lives, would never die |
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To climb so high in space, but fall so far from grace |
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We're the chosen ones! |
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And build from sand, with narrow minds |
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We thought this day would never come |
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Broken homes and crumbling walls |
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Watch them collapse and hit the floor |
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Years of neglect and endless wars |
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Took its toll, this broken world |
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If all the choices made were thrown into the lake |
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It would turn pitch black! |
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And though some were wise |
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Mix them with heinous crimes |
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Another kingdom destroyed in vain |
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I've had enough, I'll close my eyes |
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Take my mind, far from sight |
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My body's gone, filled with disease |
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Let me decay with the earth and the trees |