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The water drips from wells of shame |
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Spilling through these words of blame |
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Listen to the battle cries of a race that knows it's dying |
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Read the bleeding words of those who feel the wheel is at their heel |
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Then somebody tells me that's the way it was meant to be |
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And these things will never be |
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All they see is nothing |
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They just hear the echoes in the well |
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All they see is nothing |
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Silence of the sin, the echoes in the well |
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Stare deep into the frigid eye of a man who knows he's lying |
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These are those men who make mistakes but don't erase the pain |
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Then they whisper to me that's the way it was meant to be |
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These things will never be |
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All they see is nothing |
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They just hear the echoes in the well |
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All they see is nothing |
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Silence of the sin, the echoes in the well |
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There are those who find these times a crime |
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And those whose souls will never mind |
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Or those who need to plant these seeds |
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Living in sin's been induced again |
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By beating the paths of downtrodden men |
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Or those who think they know their souls |
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Stab deep in their hearts and listen to the echoes |
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All they hear are the echoes in the well |
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Echoes in the well, echoes in the well |
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Echoes in the well, echoes in the well |