| We’ll be your last way out, when you’re losing control
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| We’ll be the spark of hope, when your story is told
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| You’ll be saved by our hands
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| We’ll be the ones still fighting, when you lay down your arms
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| And when the dust still settles, you know we’ll be the ones
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| That will save all these lands
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| Black chains are falling again
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| And you will never ever know when you need a hand
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| Black rain is falling again
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| And you will never ever know when it’s time to end
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| Pull us under, hear the thunder
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| Of our screams when we arise
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| We will stand tall
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| We’ll embrace our fall
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| When you bury us, we are
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| Golden pariahs, golden pariahs…
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| You turn the earth to ash and the rivers to dust
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| You wouldn’t change your mind and won’t listen to us
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| You’ll be saved by our hands
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| We won’t forget what happened, when we told you the truth
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| We’ll be the ones to bleed for all this time that you lose
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| We will save all these lands
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| Black chains are falling again
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| And you will never ever know when you need a hand
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| Black rain is falling again
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| And you will never ever know when it’s time to end
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| Pull us under, hear the thunder
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| Of our screams when we arise
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| We will stand tall
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| We’ll embrace our fall
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| When you bury us, we are
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| Golden pariahs
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| Pull us under, hear the thunder
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| Of our screams when we arise
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| We will stand tall
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| We’ll embrace our fall
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| When you bury us, we are
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| Pull us under, hear the thunder
|
| Of our screams when we arise
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| We will stand tall
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| We’ll embrace our fall
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| When you bury us, we are
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| Golden pariahs, golden pariahs
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| Golden pariahs |