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Grace, pride, tell me whats your name |
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Crippled will with tomorrows pill |
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And I feel no pain bit |
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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 Grain I beg you steal, do you show me your signs of a sin |
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Blistered and torn by the pure and reborn |
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But there he just like up 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 Grain 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 Grain 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 heros are gone and the proud |
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Ones have turned to dust... seven dust |
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You can kill my pride but my heads still flying |
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My Grain My |
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Grain My Grain |
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Migrane |