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Grace, pride, tell me what's your name? |
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Crippled will with tomorrows pill' |
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Cause I feel no pain and |
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I can't remember |
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Whose to blame |
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This is not my home |
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This is not my home |
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But the source was always known |
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My grainI beg, you steal, do you show me your signs of sin? |
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Blistered and torn by the pure and reborn |
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But they're just like us and remember |
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Man, they cave in |
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This is not my home |
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This is not my home |
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But the source was always known |
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My grainThis is not my home |
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This is not my home |
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But the source was always known |
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My grainOh war stone, do you write your name in trust? |
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Word to the wise, my instincts rise |
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All your heroes are gone and |
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Your proud ones have turned to dust, seven dust |
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You can kill my pride but my head's still flying |
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My grainMy grain |
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My grainMy grain |
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My grainMy grain |
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