| Lies take on a golden hue
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| Bleeding from the working few
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| The dying rays of broken sons
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| Cast shadows that bleed into one
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| I’ll never know what it meant to you
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| Similar lives bred separate views
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| That we both need to carry on
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| Running barefoot on the shards
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| Destruction reigns an empty throne
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| She screams «There's no going home»
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| Carrion lost to a simple trick
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| Muscle is picked from the bone
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| Vultures will not sleep or save us now
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| Jointly we might stand our ground
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| Stand on my shoulders
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| Examine the throne
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| Shadows play tricks in the light
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| Blow out the candle
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| The specter is gone
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| She’s never coming home |