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Light's the remnants on display |
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And morning finds my nights work. |
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Light's the remnants on display |
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I do not seek forgiveness, |
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Nothing to absolve. |
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For now the need is met |
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I almost hate myself |
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Almost, but not quiet |
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They survey the frozen see, |
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The cold countenance of hell |
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And they hang they're heavy heads |
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I'm seen as death itself. |
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Fear that holds this fragile town |
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Extends for miles around. |
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I've taken all control, for I am someone now. |
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The shadow crossed my face |
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All the signs of my mistakes, |
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Shallow graves I mark with stones |
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As I walk for the road of bones. |
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We dance our kind compelling dance |
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We all can reach you unreserved, |
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I will see this whole thing through |
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If I just keep my nerve. |
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All the journeys I've retraced. |
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To return me to this place, |
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I do not walk alone, |
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As I build a road of bones. |
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The dumb shock of reactions, what is for? |
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She knows nothing, and I won't be ignored. |
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They got the sirens and all that, never ... |
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They can't see I could really dance... |
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The shadow crossed my face |
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All the features came to waste |
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Shallow graves I mark with stones |
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As I walk for the road of bones. |
