| Ghostly eyes so old, I can hardly see you;
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| Coming underground, digging through to feel you
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| The echoes in the night tell me not to follow
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| is born again tomorrow
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| The whole world is like a giant burning flame
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| It fries you in your mind, and leaves you trying
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| To find the way home
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| I have seen you there, in the new mythology
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| Walking down the road, blending with the scenery
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| The treasure’s all the world, falling from your fingers
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| Riding in the dark, the feeling always lingers
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| The whole world is like a giant burning flame
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| It fries you in your mind, and leaves you trying
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| To find the way home
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| Sometimes you can’t escape
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| From the crushing weight, drags you on down to the bottom
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| The faces and the names all just go away
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| Buried down deep and forgotten
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| Outside on the road, I heard the rain falling
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| All the big black birds, they all came calling
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| Early in the morning, in the light
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| Rolling through the days, flying through the night
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| The whole world is like a giant burning flame
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| It fries you in your mind, and leaves you trying
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| To find the the way home |