| We couldn’t fallow the fields
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| We couldn’t live off the yields
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| And so we slowly slipped away
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| It was a city of jade
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| From the year it was made
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| Then it started to decay
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| But I’m still here
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| Lost everything, everything
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| I know that it will fall
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| The crumbling walls
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| And it’s all that is left to me
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| It seems like we’re in withdrawal
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| But so are they all
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| And it’s all that is left to me
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| I write your name into stone
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| And read it alone
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| And it’s all that is left to me
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| Your love songs cover this home
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| But nobody knows
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| And it’s all that is left to me
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| And in the temple divine
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| Can’t tell the writing from vines
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| But then I know just what they’ll say
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| «Here stood a mightier kind»
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| Tikal and Copan combined
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| But then they started to decay
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| But I’m still here
|
| Lost everything, everything
|
| I know that it will fall
|
| The crumbling walls
|
| And it’s all that is left to me
|
| It seems like we’re in withdrawal
|
| But so are they all
|
| And it’s all that is left to me
|
| I write your name into stone
|
| And read it alone
|
| And it’s all that is left to me
|
| Your love songs cover this home
|
| But nobody knows
|
| And it’s all that is left to me
|
| I know that it will fall
|
| The crumbling walls
|
| And it’s all that is left to me
|
| It seems like we’re in withdrawal
|
| But so are they all
|
| And it’s all that is left to me
|
| I write your name into stone
|
| And read it alone
|
| And it’s all that is left to me
|
| Your love songs cover this home
|
| But nobody knows
|
| And it’s all that is left to me |