| Grasping only as it fades
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| The simple truth we lost
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| As hours turned to days
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| And in the afterglow it seemed
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| The wishing well is full
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| Of worthless currency
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| Condemned to watch the whole charade
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| The monuments of man fall into decay
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| The promise, grand in golden script
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| The night in all its gray and sorrow dispossess
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| A mirror to the other side
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| We are only blind
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| Their teeth can only gnash your eyes
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| If you let them smile
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| They see their will in the eyes of the broken
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| And raise a glass in the din of the fray
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| We’re only staring down the face of the olden
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| Scorching Earth at the dying of days |