[00:24.33]Fire in your sleep’s colder, you preach
[00:35.21]You see through allies see fields in your mind
[00:46.10]The world spins and weeps for those words you won’t keep
[00:57.96]The galaxy sleeps you are fallen and weak
[01:09.13]There’s a clock there’s a grave
[01:13.55]There’s a home for the brave
[01:19.71]There’s a tree there’s a spire
[01:25.51]Where’s the funeral pyre?
[01:55.21]Those names on a page shrivel and age
[02:06.58]When all that you meant was borrowed and spent
[02:17.71]The world spins you weep for those words you won’t keep
[02:29.21]Your gallantry sleeps when you fall you are weak
[02:40.21]There’s a clock, there’s a grave
[02:45.58]There’s a home for the brave
[02:51.27]There’s a tree there’s a spire
[02:57.21]But no funeral pyre
[03:03.03]There’s a clock, there’s a grave
[03:08.39]There’s a home for the brave
[03:14.06]There’s a tree there’s a spire
[03:19.84]But no funeral pyre
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