| The end has come and left us all
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| Nothing to break the fall
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| In pieces we all strive to walk again
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| Ruins and fragments make our homes
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| To rest my shattered bones
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| To heal the past, to make amends
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| I think it’s beautiful
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| How poisoned skies remind me
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| I’m a ghost
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| Behind the veil
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| I think it’s wonderful
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| How I lost the part of me
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| I need the most
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| Like I was born to fail
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| Another day just scraping by
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| No home or means to thrive
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| I’m hunting down a dream that burned away
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| I’ve buried far too many souls
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| The ones the wasteland stole
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| I should have known the light would start to fade
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| I think it’s beautiful
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| How poisoned skies remind me
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| I’m a ghost
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| Behind the veil
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| I think it’s wonderful
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| How I lost the part of me
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| I need the most
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| Like I was born to fail
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| I can’t contain the pain I feel
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| But if it doesn’t hurt it isn’t real
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| Living in the world ablaze
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| The hunt is over, I’m in chains
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| I think it’s beautiful
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| How poisoned skies remind me
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| I’m a ghost
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| Behind the veil
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| I think it’s wonderful
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| How I lost the part of me
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| I need the most
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| Like I was born to fail |