| The autumn rain is falling down from the blackened skies
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| Hear the voices echo deep into the street lit night
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| I can see them rising now up from the ashes
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| The ashes of so many different lives unfound
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| And then I hear the calling through the siren’s howl
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| Violent, screaming in the face of life
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| I can see them rising now up from the ashes
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| The ashes of so many different lives unfound
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| No, I just can’t believe it, don’t tell me how to feel
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| Blind eyes to all the suffering over all these years
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| But now the buildings burn, the flames reflect in tears
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| We have to see that this is the age of the disposable body
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| The autumn rain is falling down from the blackened skies
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| Hear the voices echo deep into the street lit night
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| I can see them rising now up from the ashes
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| The ashes of so many different lives unfound
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| And then I hear the calling through the siren’s howl
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| Violent, screaming in the face of life
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| I can see them rising now up from the ashes
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| The ashes of so many different lives unfound |