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Sadness fills up our lungs |
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Their flesh hangs on our broken horns |
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Strays lay claim to shame in the way |
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A currency that once adorned |
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The blind beauty of our world |
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Strays lay claim to shame in the way |
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Strays lay claim to shame in the way |
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Alone we wander |
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Our hunter guides us true |
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Our footsteps shake your ground |
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So let blood flood this valley |
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Carved from years of constant tears |
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It's the shadows that are leading me |
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From my youth to the tomb |
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It's the absence of a purpose |
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That turns me into you |
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Head over heels with our wounds |
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Yet we search for more to lose |
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Shame in the way |
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Strays lay claim to shame in the way |
