| In the dozen lake of time
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| We sank our guilt, we sank our crimes
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| At night when voices stalk into our dreams
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| Haunting us with malice rhymes
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| There is nothing left to lose but fear
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| There is nothing left to lose but fear
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| There is nothing left to lose but fear
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| There is nothing left to lose but fear
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| We stumbled through the maze of death
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| Escorted by grief and pain
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| We struggled through fire, we struggled through ashes
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| Our hopes were spoiled in vain
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| Now there’s nothing left to lose but life
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| There is nothing left to lose but life
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| There is nothing left to lose but life
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| There is nothing left to lose but life
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| On a walk through darkened fields of loss
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| On a walk through golden fields of wheat
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| We approached our inner core of consciousness and felt
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| We are the folk of destiny, of deed
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| And there’s nothing left to lose but time
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| There is nothing left to lose but time
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| There is nothing left to lose but time
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| There is nothing left to lose but time |