| Time after time… we’ve given up our home
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| And stepped into a void… of nothing we know
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| Why do we search for shelter… when all we do is run?
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| Cast a curse on the saviours… oh what have we become?
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| I follow… just to get where you have come
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| I couldn’t make it… your peace where I found none
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| Mistook the calling of daylight for morning sun
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| And stayed too long as the daze of our mourning began
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| Mistook the calling of daylight for morning sun
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| And stayed too long as the daze of our mourning began
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| Time after time… we’ve loosened our hold
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| We traced every line… and feared what we wrote
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| And all we’ve done
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| To stop this war
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| Might have mattered
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| To a god worth fighting for
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| Mistook the calling of daylight for morning sun
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| And stayed too long as the daze of our mourning began
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| Mistook the calling of daylight for morning sun
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| And stayed too long as the daze of our mourning began
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| Mistook the calling of daylight for morning sun
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| And stayed too long as the daze of our mourning began
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| Mistook the calling of daylight for morning sun
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| And stayed too long as the daze of our mourning began
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| Mistook the calling of daylight for morning sun
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| And stayed too long as the daze of our mourning began
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| Mistook the calling of daylight for morning sun
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| And stayed too long as the daze of our mourning began |