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Deep in the dark, with evil on the road |
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Going to our long lost home |
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The battle's behind with blood along the road |
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Going to our long lost home |
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Poor little soul, you wander in the cold |
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But I won't let you walk for long |
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The pus and the bile have festered all the while |
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All across your long lost home |
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Are you waiting for the green and looking to the sky? |
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Soldiers, do you bow your heads |
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And do you want the sun to come like it always does, |
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On and on? |
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I stood at the pyre with a witch upon the fire |
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As jagged branches sliced the sky |
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And inside my head a cold and awful dread |
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Laughed at what a hell is home |
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Are you waiting for the green and looking to the sky? |
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Soldiers, do you bow your heads |
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And do you want the sun to come like it always does, |
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And the sea to roll? |
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And the vines to grow? |
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As the seasons show what's beneath the snow? |
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Then cry till you bleed |
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For the stories you need |
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Are fading and washed from the morrow |
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Come take my hand as we dance from this land |
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To tales that rest with your father |
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We are frozen here and waiting |
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We are cold with fear and trembling |
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And so my shadow grows and eats away inside my bones |
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So it grows |
