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Oh, my dying hands deny |
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As seasons dance around |
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I am but one amongst this losing race |
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The massive fear resounds |
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I come before the greater good of men |
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My lessons learned to lie |
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I am a son of war, my fathers son |
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I've amassed a forced ally |
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Who travels on? |
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Who travels on? |
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Who travels on? |
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These empty souls charade |
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As colors fade then fold |
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I've begun to spin the hands of time my love |
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Desperate men are sold |
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I come before the greater good of men |
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My lessons learned to lie |
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You're hanging by the threads of your lesser sins |
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At the expense of your decline |
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Who travels on? |
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Who travels on? |
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Who travels on? |
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And I come from near and far |
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And I come from face to face |
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And I've come to carry on, yeah |
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Underneath it all |
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Oh, underneath it all |
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Oh, underneath it all |
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I come to carry on |
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Underneath it all, yeah |
