| Amongst the old bones is where I call my home
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| Stories from the headstones
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| I’d rather die than feel like this
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| To live in fire
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| Is it worth it for his sacrifice?
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| Far removed from the image in his mother’s eye
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| This isn’t life
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| This isn’t life
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| Burn in the fire
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| The sulfur is stinging my eyes
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| Downfall of the liar
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| You have to pay for all you’ve sewn
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| Within the cemetery walls
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| Beyond the colour of stone
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| I’ve learned to know
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| Inside the cemetery walls, you’re lost to bones
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| Inside the cemetery walls, you’re lost to bones
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| Inside the cemetery walls, you’re lost to bones
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| Is there hope? |
| Is there strength?
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| You’ve been looking to the sky for a while
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| And whilst I’ve made up my mind
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| You’re seeking solace in the higher
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| I’m fucking buried
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| I’m fucking buried in a shallow grave
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| I guess it’s fear that holds me down
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| I am shrouded in the darkest of days
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| Will I be saved?
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| Within the cemetery walls
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| Beyond the colour of stone
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| I’ve learned to know
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| Inside the cemetery walls, you’re lost to bones
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| Inside the cemetery walls, you’re lost to bones
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| Was it worth it to sell your soul?
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| Was it worth it to know you’ll always be alone?
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| Was it worth it to sit upon your fucking throne?
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| Was it worth it?
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| I guess we’ll never know
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| Was it worth it to sell your soul?
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| Was it worth it to know you’ll always be alone?
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| Was it worth it to sit upon your fucking throne |