| And through the fence I see a ghost
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| Of a place that used to breathe
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| You know it choked away the sun
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| But we still had food to eat
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| And now everyone is gone
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| To a place that won’t be home
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| Can they keep their family strong?
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| Will they make it on their own?
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| And we’ll be standing when you’re gone
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| And we’ll be heard again
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| We missed our chance but not for long
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| I know somehow we will hold on we’ll be here
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| When you’re gone
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| Then one day we realized
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| That they couldn’t hear our voice
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| And it’s so hard to understand
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| When it’s caught up in the noise
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| But the ones who fight and die
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| Are the truth inside the lie
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| Now it’s all built on our backs
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| And we struggle to survive
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| And we’ll be standing when you’re gone
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| And we’ll be heard again
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| We missed our chance but not for long
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| I know somehow we will hold on we’ll be here
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| When you’re gone |