| Don’t go alone, it’s cold
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| Save your strength for what it’s worth, I’m told
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| Break our backs, fill these sacks with gold
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| Get out now, don’t look back, it’s hell
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| Beyond this broken glass and scattered ash
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| Lies the days to come and the dream we had
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| Holy, holy smokes, we dug our graves and we sold our souls
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| But no, we cannot hold the weight of the world on our own
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| These roads are paved with bones
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| Be not afraid, you’re not alone
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| Make our peace, piece by piece, for now
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| We’ll be back to take back what’s ours
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| Beyond this broken glass and scattered ash
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| Lies the days to come and the dream we had
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| Holy, holy smokes, we dug our graves, we sold our souls
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| But no, we cannot hold the weight of the world on our own
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| Don’t look back on these days of old
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| We can’t take back, what’s set in stone, set in stone
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| Holy, holy smokes, we dug our graves and we sold our souls
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| But no, we cannot hold the weight of the world on our own
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| Holy, holy smokes, holy, holy, holy smokes
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| Holy, holy smokes, holy, holy, holy smokes |