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Looking down at this barren land |
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Once known as home before |
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Destruction, all the world |
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It's an ending we have brought |
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The world we wrote a million times before |
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And what we allow to break this all down |
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The world we broke a million times before |
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What should have been stunned is now all struck dumb |
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Cities they fell, life's a choke |
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On bittersweet warnings took for a joke |
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Misspent days, spent in a haze |
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Pumped from our factories into our graves |
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They must know that they're so close to bringing nothing |
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So they show |
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They've brought success at bringing nothing |
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The world we wrote a million times before |
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And what we allow to break this all down |
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The world we broke a million times before |
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What should have been stunned is now all struck dumb |
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Struck dumb |
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Still looking down at this broken land |
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Once grass has turned to sand |
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Hindsight's broke, sky is smoke |
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We've passed this point of doubt |
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They must know that they're so close to bringing nothing |
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So they show |
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They've brought success at bringing nothing |
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The world we wrote a million times before |
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And what we allow to break this all down |
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The world we broke a million times before |
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What should have been stunned is now all struck dumb |
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The world we wrote a million times before |
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And what we allow to break this all down |
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The world we broke a million times before |
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What should have been stunned is now all struck dumb |
