| If this day was your last
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| Would you blame the present or past?
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| Or would you refuse to admit we’re all the accused
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| And when that day comes tell me who, who who will stand up?
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| Fading lights, the call of the hounds
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| Resounds in the distance as forest burn into the ground
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| No one makes a sound
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| The winds blow
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| The crows come to feed
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| To feed on the carcasses butchered by artillery
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| We’ve lowered this earth to its knees
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| Hide the truth, the future’s bleak
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| I refuse, do you believe?
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| Are we capable?
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| S-O-S, save our souls
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| Save our souls
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| Rising heat, volcanoes explode
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| Eroding the sea-line as rivers and lakes overflow
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| Thawing the snow
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| The winds blow, the crows come to feed
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| To feed on the carcasses butchered by artillery
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| We’ve lowered this earth to its knees
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| If this day was your last
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| Would you blame the present or the past?
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| Crying for mercy
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| If this day was your last
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| Would you blame the present or the past?
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| This day could be your last
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| Hide the truth, the future’s bleak
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| I refuse, do you believe?
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| Are we capable?
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| S-O-S, save our souls |