| I’m standing here in this place alone
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| I often wonder will there be an ending to this
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| One by one, I watch them fall
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| To dust, to rise and then collapse again
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| Decide
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| Is this my life’s design?
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| The only reason to believe it
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| Is to watch how the common come
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| Waiting for their lives to burn out
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| Although some things collapse with time
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| We still stop to stare back at the ashes
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| As structures burn and statues fall
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| I’ll still be standing here
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| For now…
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| We face the sky, another point of light
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| And think that one day, we might find an answer
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| And know that tomorrow is probably gone
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| We’ve come so far just to go back again
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| Rewrite what cannot be defined
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| I’m losing sight of all that matters
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| Dying to live, we’re just waiting to die
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| I won’t let my memory die too |