| Here we stand arm in arm
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| At the corridors of time and reason
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| With jaws set
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| Our collective gaze unflinching
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| Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints
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| And what if all your hopes and dreams came true
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| Tomorrow
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| Would you lie
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| Basking in the dubious glow of excess
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| Forsaking all other
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| Life alone with a broken promise
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| These thoughts won’t pray away
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| Stand still stone cold and empty
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| Begging grace to favor this soul
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| One more day
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| Im struck blind
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| With it all
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| Ive never been the kind to say im sorry
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| Its strange
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| To hear the dead keep calling
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| How many restless days and nights will pass
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| As the salience of all your broken reveries
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| Hammers upon your consciousness
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| And will tomorrow bring anything
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| Save the vacant reproach
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| Of your pensive ministrations
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| Run out the pain of indifference and avarice
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| All the small towns and cigarettes
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| Ive seen much more than I wished for
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| Watched our surface calling in all his debts
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| So once again we stand staring into the sable horizon
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| Our jaws set
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| Collective gaze unflinching
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| Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints |