| I knew this was coming
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| Could smell the storm on the air
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| Shadows only grow darker
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| They’re drowning out the glare
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| It’s too early for dusk
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| Ashes black out the sky
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| It’s too early for dusk
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| We took only what we could carry
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| But our hands were too tired and old
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| For the things you hold on to
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| When you’re left out in the cold
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| With both eyes over our shoulders
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| In darkness and silence we ran
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| Held tight 'til the meat fell
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| From the bones of our rotting hands
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| At the end of it all
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| Stand undivided, with black hearts united
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| At the end of it all
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| We can never go home, until we turn every stone
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| At the end of it all
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| A fate undecided, when black hearts are guided
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| At the end of it all
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| We falter, we fail, still with wind in our sails
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| I will extract my pound of flesh
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| As long as it’s mine for the taking
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| We found our morals subjective
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| We all got dirt under our nails
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| It’s a hard thing to avoid
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| When crawling through the mud and hail |