| Across a painted desert lies a train of vagabonds
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| All that's left of what we were it's what we have become
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| Once our empires glorious but now the empire's gone
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| The dead gave us the time to live and now our time is done
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| Now we are victorious, we've become our slaves
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| A land of hope and glory building graveyards for the brave
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| Have you seen the writing on the wall?
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| Have you seen that writing?
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| Can you see the riders on the storm?
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| Can you see them riding?
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| Can you see them riding?
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| Holding on to jury is that all we ever know
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| Ignorance our judge and jury all we've got to show
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| From Hollywood to Babylon ~ holy war to kingdom come
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| On a trail of dust and ashes ~ when the burning sky is done
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| A tide of change is coming and that is what you fear
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| The earthquake is a coming but you don't want to hear
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| You're just too blind to see
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| Have you seen the writing on the wall?
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| Have you seen that writing?
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| Can you see the riders on the storm?
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| Can you see them riding?
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| Can you see them riding, riding next to you?
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| Have you seen the writing on the wall?
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| Have you seen that writing?
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| Can you see the riders on the storm?
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| Can you see them riding?
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| Have you seen the writing on the wall?
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| Have you seen that writing?
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| Can you see the riders on the storm?
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| Can you see them riding?
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| Can you see them riding, riding next to you? |