| Don’t breathe, there’s no oxygen here
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| Only ammonia to suffocate fear
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| And the pastures are flooded
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| And all the soil is sour
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| And the trees are brittle
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| And so are the flowers
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| All dried up just an empty shell
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| Away on the wind being blown to hell
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| What happened, it was all going so well
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| Sweet golden rose, don’t ever rust
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| Be ever so delicate, when lending your trust
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| And don’t come apart at the seams
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| Sweat the nightmares, live in the dreams
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| Be anything you believe
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| Be anything you believe
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| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| Don’t leave, there’s nothing out there to see
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| Everything is murdered, there’s no mystery
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| And history’s eyes, they have seen it all
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| It’s a Modern Ruin and we are responsible
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| It’s bleak and we are pale
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| We are the savages of a future fail
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| No sun, no stars, just endless nights
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| Repeat prescriptions of drunken fights
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| What happened to us, under these neon lights
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| Sweet golden rose, don’t ever rust
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| Be ever so delicate, when lending your trust
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| And don’t come apart at the seams
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| Sweat the nightmares, live in the dreams
|
| Be anything you believe
|
| Be anything you believe
|
| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| Sweet golden rose, don’t ever rust
|
| Be ever so delicate, when lending your trust
|
| And don’t come apart at the seams
|
| Sweat the nightmares, live in the dreams
|
| Be anything you believe
|
| Be anything you believe
|
| We don’t belong in a wasteland
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| You don’t belong in a wasteland
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| You don’t belong in a wasteland |