| One more dead in the arms of a superpower
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| Gold to be made, no the world ain't gonna hear about it
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| Trust is bought by a smile on a pretty face
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| Nothin' for a name, dead pride, and shame to waste
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| Let the Western waters guide me blind
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| Give me something real, something to make right
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| Crippling the minds, they hide behind the millions of us
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| Drunken on the steps are high, this fall their bones will open
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| Ohh, We are the sound and silence
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| Grind the tale into the echo of a modern eye
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| Smoke from the sides come runnin' from the wild fire
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| So let the western Waters guide me blind
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| And if theres something real its calling "ohh"
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| Ohh, We are the sound and silence
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| Ohh, We are the sound and silence
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| Ohh, We are the sound and silence |