| So show us the sun won’t you save us
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| Just give us the sun
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| We lay here for years in the trenches
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| Not saying enough
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| We ambled so far for you leeches
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| We suffered too much
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| We live in a criminal disco
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| So steady your legs
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| Now, stand up, pull it together
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| Bury them, this ain’t a test
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| Bury them, bury your thoughts
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| Bury them beneath the dirt
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| Yeah…
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| We stuck by your rules, your principles, like lambs to the slaughter
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| He stands in front of you people, like a priest at the altar
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| Now, stand up, pull it together
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| Bury them, this ain’t a test
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| Bury them, bury your thoughts
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| Bury them beneath the dirt
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| Yeah…
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| Inside your torment, a creature he stands at the gate where the clock face is
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| down
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| Keep your head, above the water
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| Look at his face, see all the scars he bears
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| Keep your head, above the water
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| Unleash the hounds!
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| The crows will burn! |