| Every memory recalled is an origin that we’ve altered
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| Broken promises to another man’s daughter
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| Endless walk down a dead road as our last breaths begin to falter
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| We lend our weight to the backs of our broken fathers
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| Featherweight boy in his arms, every night he weeps
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| Constantly drifting in and out of sleep
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| Palm against transparent skin, fingers tracing ribs
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| Reassurance that the heart was still beating
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| At the helm of death every day like clockwork
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| Restless nights with trembling hands against transparent skin
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| But they carry on because survival is not a dead end
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| Whether or not the world is withered away
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| We are each other’s world entirely
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| Whether or not the world is withered away
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| We are ever, we are evermore
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| Lost ghosts around every corner, on every charred sidewalk
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| Still trudging through the ash of an endless walk
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| With bodies cold and weightless, resilient of death in life
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| Resilient of death in death, they walk on
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| Dreaming of a safe haven at the end of the road
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| An unstable safety, the only kind we’ve ever known
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| Oh, we walk along, dreaming of a safe haven
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| Oh, we walk along at the end of the road
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| Our legs will never fail, we’ll carry on
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| And I swear to you
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| Whether or not the world is withered away
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| We are each other’s world entirely
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| Whether or not the world is withered away
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| We are ever, we are evermore
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| Oh, we walk along, dreaming of a safe haven
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| Oh, we walk along at the end of the road
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| Resilient of death because life is not a dead end
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| Whether or not the world is withered away
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| We are each other’s world entirely
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| Whether or not the world is withered away
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| We are ever, we are evermore
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| Survival is not a dead end
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| We are evermore
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| Because survival is not a dead end
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| We are ever, we are evermore |