| Cold breath from the furthest east
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| Reaching out from the mouth of the beast
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| Rust, grit, sand and ice
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| Raised punks learned on bitter vice
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| You don’t like us, we don’t care
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| Ironclad thousand-mile stare
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| On the brink where the world is flat
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| We drink mud til our eyes roll back
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| In ourselves
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| In us we trust
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| In ourselves
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| Harsh tokes can shock the best
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| Lean times put dead dogs to rest
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| Rust, grit, sun and blood
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| Pushed forward where we could
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| You don’t get it we don’t care
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| Most didn’t even know we were there
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| Isolated til the weakest crack
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| We drink mud til our eyes roll back
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| In ourselves
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| In us we trust
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| In ourselves
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| Roll the thunder, wind and hail
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| Most abandon, we live on
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| Frozen tundra, the weak will fail
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| No surrender, we live on
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| Our tears turn to ice as the frost chokes our throats
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| Sun bleach our bones suck the blood from our ghosts
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| Winterpeg
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| (Ghosts)
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| Roll the thunder, wind and hail
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| Most abandon, we live on
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| Frozen tundra, the weak will fail
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| No surrender, we live on |