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Fields of spears - Our creation |
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And for our crimes there'll be damnation |
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The blood of the past, it does bathe us |
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The fingers point to blame and claim us |
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And without love we are lost |
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Believe me - we are lost |
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Without love we are dust |
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Believe me - we are dust |
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Without love we lose our souls |
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And mine had left long ago |
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With gods above and the gods below |
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Believe me - believe me |
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A child is skating on the ice |
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Like a child playing with a knife |
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The gods above and the gods below |
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Playing chess for her soul |
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And without love we are lost |
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Believe me - we are lost |
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Without love we are dust |
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Believe me - we are dust |
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Without love we lose our souls |
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And mine had left long ago |
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With gods above and the gods below |
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Believe me - believe me |
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With tears of sorrow, and tears of rage |
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They lower her into the grave |
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The gods above and the gods below |
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Playing catch with her soul |