| These ghosts we have, alive and well
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| These ghosts have passed, right through your hands
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| You’ll never know, what’s really here
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| You’ll never know what’s come before
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| We’ll make these graves, unearth these tombs
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| These ghosts will haunt again
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| We’ll make these graves, unearth these tombs
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| These ghosts will haunt again
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| History locked away
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| Memory locked away
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| You’ll never know what brought us here
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| These ghosts we asked to lead the way
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| We’ll make these graves, unearth tombs
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| These ghosts will haunt again
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| We’ll make these graves, unearth tombs
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| These ghosts will haunt again
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| All this will be All this will be forgotten, just give it time
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| All this will be forgotten
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| All of us dead and buried
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| Our breathless phantoms songs
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| All of us dead and buried, as your attention falls
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| Left only whispers carried, our breathless phantoms songs
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| These lambs will slaughter us These lambs will make us living ghosts |